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traces
have been noticed
by those who strayed behind
letters wrote –
reminders to the day
laurel spilling over
one more spring
is passed
petals almost bloomed
to fade away
of time
I have no mem’ry
of the coming back to go –
roads I walked
and some I stayed
the night
curved against a highway
warmed against the dark
miles between
the falling down
to dream
. . .
tornadoday 
Petals must be falling in your end of the world too. Summer warmth is coming soon!
Happy Friday !!! ~~Love ‘n’ a hug~~
Paul
Yes, indeed, dearest Paul………and next week I’ll (at last) get to stick my toes in the sand……….. Summer music already plays….. 🙂 ~ Love, Bobbie
memories are new breaths to the lung!
Indeed they are, my friend……….and breaths, but the place for making new memories. Thank you so much. ~ Much love ever, Bobbie