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I am a dancer
spun into the trees
fingers born with memory
of the sun
fragile scarlet ribbons
taut beneath the sky
robins wake
to purple lullaby
am I unknown
as tumbled down
from the tallest tree
early now my resting place
to leave
forgotten to the splendor
of breath
against the night
forever finds
a lover
in pieces of the light
. . .
tornadoday 
Your lovely words find themselves kissing cousin to the image that they embrace! Awesome poem Bobbie…awesome!
Thank you, Wendell……….It’s funny that I have so many images in my library and I never start from there. I start with the words……..which is likely why I have such a hard time selecting an image. They are but one version of the story, and yet a part of mine. Thank you, my dear friend. ~ Always you are loved, Bobbie
Smooth as the dew drops on an early morning bloom…
Indeed………and nothing quite so calming to the soul. Thank you, Tanumoy. ~ All love, Bobbie