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as one
to this reminded
the air I lean into
breath where not a one
our last became
silence spills
into the place
senses lent to word
knew me not –
or reasons why
I came
touch
o more than touching
would I recall just when
verses moved
my weary soul to flight
have me not
the wherewithal
to know as I am known –
flowers bloom
within the darkness
light
make of me
the twilight bent
o’er places I am home
rumors of some other mystery
washed upon
these eager sands
shores
no longer mine
remnants of a truth
I’m sworn to be
. . .
tornadoday 
the lines resound as the the silence of the pic.
Thank you, my precious beautiful Soumyav. Always, your honor me with your grace. ~ Love, Bobbie
I love this, there is something desolate about it and you have reflected that perfectly in the illustration! xxxxx
Thank you, willow……… Your words humble me and I am grateful. ~ Much love to you, dear friend. ~ Bobbie
😉 xxxxx