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consequence
of faded troubles
evergreen against the black
listen long
no need pretending
was here we meant
for coming back
into this light
as one with darkness
take of all
but take my hand
walk with me
these paths of silence
close your eyes
to understand
were there rules
would care of living –
what of blue
this night defines
hereto words
the poet whispers
time is but a state of mind
love made less
with broken verses –
stories writ as ink to skin
tears foretold
of truths beginning
willing us to live
again
. . .
tornadoday 
Moving imagery~
O, thank you Cindy. I’m so glad you like. ~ All my love, Bobbie
Indeed, time is but a state of mind — the silence concurs… the silence that dwells beyond time. Beautiful, Bobbie. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee……..within the still, time dares not make a sound. Love to you this blessed day, my friend. ~ Always, Bobbie
There’s a halt and yet, a tick-tock of times presages ~ BEAUTIFUL !
One will always find themselves captured by the sweet rhythms of your captivating words. A real treasure!