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how brief
to home
was heaven bound
wings along the roof
with plans to leave
before the morning come
caught within the meter
of fading reveries –
take to hold
a moment nearly gone
whiskey warms
the fault of dreams
flannel on the floor
pages flutter madly –
silken flame
thwarted by the reunite
years and years
and none –
were written
to my soul
before you came
. . .
tornadoday 
….”and none – were written
to my soul before you came”
You reach in to touch tender places of the heart and spirit with this, Bobbie. No further comment. ~~xo~~ Himself
…….and always, we remain a blessing to the love given us……… Thank you, Paul. ~ Ever, Me
Genuine love always a treasure for which I am made better each day! The beauty of your words are always a true blessing! Awesome poem Bobbi!