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living sits the morning long
on fringes of the night
swelled against the aging
silver frawns
how it is I noticed
how it is I stayed
here as your
imaginary sun
truth becomes
the slightest breeze
ushered through the gate
whispers now
of summers
come and gone
reminding me
of almost then
I thought the leaving lost
the way returning here
to not yet known
yellow takes the place
of blue –
purple grieves
the green
a path into the wordless
world beyond
feels the same as some I’ve dreamed
once we moved the same
fit against the going
becoming light
as one
. . .
tornadoday 
What a way to start the week..awesome poem Bobbie! Have a beautiful day my sister!
You humble me, sweet Wendell. Thank you…………thank you……thankyou! ~ Love ever, Bobbie
…as the colors of autumn creep into view
The summer now fading, the sun moving south
Nothing change above us, sky is still blue…
– May not be your thoughts as you wrote, Bobbie, but this is what came to mind as I read. May a warm sun shine upon your day (not an imaginary one). ~Always~ Me
……and what beautiful thoughts………… If these meager words gave start to yours, they are blessed (I am blessed). Thank you, Paul. ~ Always, Me
Love flowing to you my lovely friend. Xxx
Thank you, Jane………. Love flows forever back and through. ~ Love you. ~ Bobbie
***a path into the wordless
world beyond**
what a powerful thought…I would like that path to come into view
Take Care…
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me
O, Maryrose, I have no doubt you go there every night. 🙂 ~ Love you always, Bobbie