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of graces
unforgotten –
how it felt to say
your name
to look into the eyes
where sunlight set
fragile me
becoming of another
I am not
wasted tears
are rivers all
but dry
tarry here
a moment more
than I remember asking
press against
these weathered window panes
breathe into my longing
tell me something
sweet –
as storms are passed
and I the night
shall fill
briar blooms
in shades of red –
bittersweet blackberry
pick me not
the purple –
lest I bruise
with memory of springtimes past
there you held me
longer –
bound as life eternal
to places I am
you
tornadoday 
well ! It has so much heartfelt feelings and needs careful handling. BEAUTIFUL !
🙂 Based on the response I just sent you on ‘immaculate’, I’m sure you understand this piece much better now……… Always, love alters the landscape such that we are continually changing – becoming one forever blessed by love. Love you, Debbie. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
I am always moved by the genuineness of your words! Always a delight to read!!!
And always, I am moved by the grace that is yours, dear Wendell. Through your light, we are all blessed indeed. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Bobbie, so gently, like a bit of feather down, you brush across so many emotions. I won’t soil it further with my meager thoughts and comments. It’s that beautiful. ~xo~
Paul
Thank you, my dear sweet Paul. ~ Always, Me