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however this decided
were other times I knew
of places come –
as heaven waited for
knew the feel of falling
soft against the moon
of nights –
another breath
we shared before
grieve for me
stay with me
dream and I shall find
the place where once your
tired body lay
flush against my longing
two of us no more
a moment one –
as forever
fell away
. . .
tornadoday 
How beautifully do you create magic with your words, I just sit and wonder! Amazed.
Love, Tanumoy.
And in your kindness, you give every bit back to me that I might give with words. Thank you, Tanumoy. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“grieve for me
stay with me” … I am lost in the meaning of these two simple lines… This poem made me think of the human heart — how much it can endure. A rock, a rose, a breeze too were we — are we.
Yes, yes, we are……..the heart, the breeze, and love such that both endure. We are……you are……..life and love, one. Thank you, my beautiful friend. ~ I love you. ~ Bobbie
Lovely piece. A worthy read!
Thank you so much, my sweet precious friend. ~ Much love to you, Bobbie