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of old regrets
the tired tell –
and spin their stories over
whittled now the cedar
to the bone
liars lean
into the night –
seeking home in shadows
dreamers dream
and crush their way
to dawn
of sorrows here
the past is torn –
a breath before the breaking
assurance of the places
we begin
as first the whisper falters –
an echo shall become
crossed as stars
the night –
to burn again
. . .
tornadoday 
In spite of all the confusion and duplicity there is always rebirth in a new life.
Really liked this, Bobbie. It’s a keeper. ~xo~
Paul
Despite our struggles with doubt, fear, and consequence, always the sun comes up in the morning, and the path we were making our way to, shines brighter still. Thank you, Paul. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Just–wow. Breathtaking. Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you, Jill. I’m so very glad you like. ~ Much love always, Bobbie
whittled now the cedar
to the bone…………………….super super line
……..yep………..such a sweet whittling……….. 🙂
Always so incredible what your heart shares through your pen! I loved your poem and ever word of every line! You are so very remarkable Bobbie!
“a breath before the breaking” — this line I can tell is going stay with me for a long long while to come.
Your writing is exquisite, dear Bobbie! Bless you and your “pen”.
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