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of ache –
I’ve no memory
but for love remaining still
beyond this night
what sorrows shall persist
as shadows on the coming back
of all I know is true –
life is more than
names we wore –
tis moments known
of bliss
living goes
the ways of death –
tho some things never change
the autumn night
weaves flannel
on my heart
spring is written
every place –
my feet are turning green
as dandelions blowing
in the yard
were heaven need
of time or place –
I knew of you this way
where passions still –
a touch would bring me ’round
across the great dividing
beyond the evening
storm –
awaiting me
a moment to be
found
. . .
tornadoday 
I could read this a dozen times and find something new and different each time, Bobbie. You’ve spun some magic in this one (at least for me). ~xo~ Paul
And ‘at least’ for you is more than enough! Always, Paul, you know my heart and I am blessed. ~ Love to you, Me
“life is more than
names we wore –
tis moments known
of bliss”
yes – the energies of life are so much more – as they truly are eternal I believe. They are far more than the names we wear… So much here i Bobbie – I really had difficulty selecting a verse to highlight – this is one we could sit for hours and chat about I am certain 🙂 So much love to you my gifted friend ~ x Robyn
Your words will always ignite such favor in the hearts of many! Admiration will always plant itself at your doorstep, like the drops of freshly fallen rain! Your words always inspire one’s mind and imagination…for they always leave within a soothing and lasting beauty! And we are delivered by your pen, another flawless gem! So very wonderful Bobbie!