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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, strength, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, writing
of stories
long rewritten –
to a page
that won’t be kept
secrets folded soft
into the crease
lines to rub
where ink gave out –
fingers without memory
trace the ragged edge
of yesterday
sweet the sound
of almost sung –
names
and dates
and places
sunlight burning
tender through the pines
washes now
the winter –
a moment yet we stay
turned the bed
to face the southern
skies
letters
I’ve been writing
saved my name a place –
walked between my dreams
a mile with you
worried not
the path to choose
or what of time shall fill –
a story
meant for telling
kept for me
the end
. . .
tornadoday 
I could feel this…, and it felt good !!! ~always~
Paul
Thank you, Paul. I figure most are like me in that I need to ‘feel’ the words in a place where sound can’t reach. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie
Oh wow, these lines took my breath away —
“sunlight burning
tender through the pines
washes now
the winter”
Glad I’m still breathing! 🙂 Love, Dee
Me too, Dee……..I’d never forgive myself if you weren’t. Thank you so much. That you find a place within my words (my heart) means more than I can ever tell you. ~ All my love, Bobbie