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a mandolin
movement
an exotic rush of wind
the colors of rain pooling
your eyes
are everything – still
forever
sometimes –
the music in our silence
turns my soul back
into a changeling
muffles my desire
my heart mute
I miss its words
its rhymes
its gentle pleasing
the spill of its ink
to stain my solitude
in every hue called love
to exist
and flutter
on the wings of november
beyond the monsoon
beneath a shooting star
you caught
with a song
. . .
tornadoday 
lovely and symphonic to ears!
Thank you, my precious friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
you always write wonderfully, Bobbie
Thank you, Dean. As do you…as do you. ~ Love, Bobbie
…caught me again.
Singin’ in the rain.
That sweet refrain…
Love’s sweet song.
Lady Wordsmith, you are amazing… ~Always~
Paul
Thank you, Paul. I’m so glad you think so…….so very glad. ~ Much love, Me
While I searched for words to share, I found myself left speechless and breathless by the beauty of your song in a single moment! So very wonderful to embrace and read!