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within these strains
of mortal breath –
my soul is rarely free
yet takes of all
the earth and sky –
one moment to conceive
where blossoms fell
another burst –
within this realm of sight
darkness dreams
a brighter morn –
beyond this chilly night
before and still
my cup refilled
to overflow with grace –
kept as not a moment
still for long
born to names
were never meant
to hide my wilderness
witness to a bloom
no longer known
another life
another me –
shall ever grieve this sun
was passed between
the moon –
beyond the barn
petals of november frost
claim my weary heart
circle now the memory
of one
. . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful
As always, I am humbled by your kind words, willow. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Lovely…exquisite!
Thank you, my dear friend. If my words reach only your heart, that is more than enough for me. Truly, thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Beauty beyond words.
Deana, the real beauty is realized when you find the words within your own soul. That was always their home. Thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
There is a sweetness tinged with sorrow, or is it sorrow tinged with sweetness. I especially love the words “darkness dreams a brighter morn beyond this chilly night”. Exhilirating words, Bobbie. Love, Dee
Thank you, my dearest Dee. Always, you see beyond the shadow that became of words. And I am blessed every time you do…….. Much love, Bobbie
“circle now the memory of one”‘ All of the words dance together in a beautiful way, line after line, after line. And always ending more beautiful then it begins…such a beautifully romantic song! Well done Bobbie…your radiant light never dissipates! Awesome poem!
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