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millenniums of growing
that I might
hold the seed –
became of seventeen
and twenty-five
became of growing wiser
one lesson
at a time –
would fall between
the fleeting dreams
keeping me
alive
a broken gate
a rusted lock –
and leaves are piling up
lofts are almost empty
yet I cling
onto the vast unknowing
falling through
the sky –
flickers tell of spirit
questioning
the ways before
revealing this –
a pathway through the light
roads are gone
but still the heart defends
a muted celebration –
souls unfolded now
breathless as a bloom
to wake again
. . .
tornadoday 
So very excellent in such a sweet way, where even the flowers in the image sway and dance to the rhythms that flow from your heart and soul! You serenade daily with an endless treasure chest of delights…we shall always embrace and love Bobbie and will we ever receive enough…I say thee nay! One of your very best!
O, Wendell, you spoil me. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
“Breathless as a bloom to wake again” — wrapped in the promise of spring. Beautiful, Bobbie. Always, Dee
And as always, Dee, I am grateful for the words that echo your grace. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
i imagine a rustic countryside and the fields of flowers…the story just move don and I didn’t realize that the poem had finished and I was still looking over!
🙂 For me, that’s the best……..the story that keeps being written, in the eyes and the heart of the reader. Thank you, Soumyav. ~ My love to you, Bobbie
Speaks to me of an abandoned way of life with traces of beauty still evident and flickers of history, with the question of why? ~xo~
Pau
moments glisten, littering the long night sky of time…….. Thank you, Paul. ~ Bobbie
it’s lovely. 🙂
Thank you, Vimal. It’s so good to see your smiling face! I pray your cup is overflowing! ~ Love, Bobbie
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