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between the cracks
where summer sweats
remembrance of the winter
as pink
our favored mittens –
(yesterday)
were granted us permission
to take of all we have
caught us up
in moments
– breath is stealed
away
were sorrows
not so many
tho bliss is kept apart
pressed into the creases
a destiny betrayed
honey bees are floating
out beyond the storm
love is come –
forgiven what we never could
repay
. . .
tornadoday 
beautiful thoughts this morning in between a longing with sighs
Love to you Bobbie…
Take Care…
)0(
always…me
Thank you, my beautiful Maryrose………. I know that place you speak of, and believe (with all my heart) that it is a wonderful place…….. Always, let us linger with the memories of love. ~ Have a wonderful day, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Beautiful words to embrace this morning! So very energizing!
Thank you, Wendell. 🙂 I assume you are back in your new home and enjoying these lingering days of summer…….. Know that always you are in my prayers. ~ Love, Bobbie
gosh, I agree that morning sun is implied and alluded to. I read more, it applies to me as a spiritual being being cracked open by heavenly light. Maybe I’m weird.
Not weird at all (or should I say no more weird than I)………. 🙂 Thank you, my sweet Debbie. Always, your light blesses me. ~ Bobbie