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becoming, connection, death, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, grief, life, loss, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, self, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wisdom
of empty wells
and burned out places
something still
within remains –
of quiet truth
denied a singing
comes again
each silent
night
as falling fell
the ghost of ashes –
was grieved
for joy
our living much
full moons rise
to breach the morning –
forgotten now
the glow
of loss
. . .
tornadoday 
Another fine one!
O, Stephen, thank you………..thank you so much…………… ~ Love, Bobbie
Gorgeous! I love it.
Thank you, my beautiful friend. Your kindness glows me blush. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
🙂
The greatest loss is when on cannot embrace your lovely poems…another sweet gem!
……..O, Wendell, you just made me tear up…….. Thank you, my wonderful friend. Always, you make my heart sing. ~ Love to you this beautiful day….. ~ Bobbie
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