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beauty sleeps
in borrowed clothes
crumpled in the corner
stirs awake as solace
passes by
the window
always open
stretches cross the dark
as silence
none can hear
but butterflies
wrestled
from the shadows
tempted not by fate
lest longing leave the door
of dreams released
pressed the heart
for answers –
tho who is left to know
of destinies –
where beauty wakes
asleep
. . .
tornadoday 
Wow! Your words are full of emotions. Nice poem.
Thank you so much for your kindness. I’m glad you like. ~ Love, Bobbie
absolutely gorgeous !
Your words always make the moment they are read and shared so enchanting! Blessings!
This one left me without words, Bobbie, I liked it that well. ~~xo~~
Paul
Beauty “sleeping in borrowed clothes, crumpled in a corner”, would all be loveliness just the same. I especially love “silence none can hear but butterflies” — absolutely beautiful words. Love, Dee
Always, your words humble my heart, Dee. Thank you, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie