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before
and still
the shadows come
to grace familiar light
as fragile once was fallen
from the sky
pled apart
for grieving –
one for me and naught
the twilight paled
as slumber questioned why
awake for me
the longing –
was left by touch divine
as sacred now the pleading
slip away
carry me
marry me
doubt me not tomorrow
another sun shall break
against the pain
willows lean
into the cause –
without the ache complaining
somewhere near are sparrows
turning home
tethered by a promise
almost
not forgotten
there shall be
my welcome back –
to find this way
alone
. . .
tornadoday 
sigh 😦
O, Vimal, why the sad face? I find it ironic that I write without a melancholy thing in mind, and yet somehow it is perceived as such. All is well. I am grand!! Love you, dear one. ~ Me
bittersweet beauty ~ Love you friend ~Debbie
Thank you, my sweet precious Debbie. Always, I am awarded with your kindness. ~ Love always, Bobbie
Doesn’t sound like a happy day here, Bobbie. Better tomorrows!
~~xo~~
Himself
O, contrare!!!!!! They are all happy, my dearest Paul. Life is incredible……all the time! ~ Much love ever, Bobbie
Optomist !!!
ever so 😉