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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding
come the call
of destinies
whene’er the quiet calm
as needles
neath the tender trees –
were ancient secrets sewn
tho burdened not
the storied lips –
with versions of the truth
stilled the heart
from beating
one last time
frail the myth
of memorize –
as curs’ed ways we fell
with worry not
for leaving with the sun –
breezes blow
across into
arms of sweet refrain
breath has come
another dream
to save
. . .
tornadoday 
Everything so balanced. Though your poem offers The needed attention or sparkles to create contrast . Great shot you made .
Thank you, my dear sweet friend. I am humbled by your kindness. ~ Love, Bobbie
Well Bobbie, is fate in the hands of memories ?
Ahhh………not at all. Fate is ours to decide. Our only destiny is the one we choose. Love to you, Deb. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Thats really beautiful!
O thank you, my friend. Thank you so much. ~ Love ever, Bobbie