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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, meditation, nature, old maps, passion, presence, reason, silence, solitude, spirit, spirituality, still, truth, wandering, wisdom
of solitude
no worse for grace
alone is not so very
as stars to swear
allegiance to the soul
gathered breath into the wake
of one more everafter
I shall live
in heavens I have known
find me near
the water’s edge
beneath a pink umbrella
swept along with dreams
the wait becomes
past the turn in churning
one more tender take
spring is fell
and love is just begun
. . .
tornadoday 
love blooming in Spring has a lovely ring
beauty as the thoughts flow within and through out my soul
Take Care Bobbie…You Matter….
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just me
O, Maryrose……..where love blooms, it is ALWAYS Spring………. May blossoms find you blushing this beautiful day, my sweet friend. I love you…… ~ Ever, Bobbie
It would seem that the many associate spring and love, but, as you say, Bobbie, anywhere/anytime love grows is spring. ~~Always~~ Paul
Indeed……….let us blossom scarlet red!
Your words embrace your image so very well…beautiful and serene! Very nice!