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becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
distant drums beat sweet
echoes of woods never walked
eyes to strain the night
stories writ to skin
dreams to recall our longing
whisperings we hushed
a heart coos softly
of happiness retreating
the dove cannot change
a dawn breaks clearly
the ghost of feathered knowing
destiny becomes
ancient smoke rises
wonders defy our vision
awaken new eyes
the day will become
when fire will burn too deeply
our spirits to mourn
. . .
tornadoday 
Another brilliant beautiful piece!
You make me blush, Deana………. 🙂 Thank you! I love you so. ~ Bobbie
Your words always embrace so effortlessly…they bring such bliss to life! Beautifully done!
Your presence does the same for me, Wendell. I can’t imagine a world without you in it. ~ All mine, Bobbie
Beautiful haiku, Bobbie…I have seen you on Wendell’s blog; he’s one of my favorites…your writing is lovely…Lauren
Thank you, Lauren. Your kindness touches my heart. Truly, I appreciate your visit. ~ All my love, Bobbie