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how quietly
the noreast winds
wrestle with the pines
whispering
of southern shores
and sea
secrets passed
from one
the other
how was where
and why
the truth is held
in silent reverie
against the boughs
beneath the strain
of seasons
gone before
tho not a one
can tell the story
all
from pieces
held together
by the memory
of wind –
hymns we brushed
against the bark
will echo
past
the fall
. . .
tornadoday 
the memory of the wind must be infinite
as our most trusted friends would be trees
for their bark surely holds all the secrets of us
and all those before….
I love this as I love reading your thoughts on the blustery
rainy Sunday morning….
coffee, Winter and good reads…perfection!
Take Care Bobbie, You Matter….Stay warm!
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just me
I’ve often thought if there were one to be trusted above all, it would be the wind. To share our secrets with the infinite, knowing that every sigh will live for an eternity…… Ahhhh, such is that which is love. Thank you, Maryrose. Always, you know me well. ~ Indeed, I pray you stay warm and full – dreaming the colors that are spring. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
not all are memories taken place as secrets from the past . The future is ready to take as revealed by your poem. Nice image . it attracted me .
Bart, you are so very right. The future awaits our inception – the beginning of all we have dreamed. Thank you so much, my friend. ~ Always love, Bobbie
i like it !
Thank you so much, Ryan. ~ Much love, Bobbie
THIS IS A MASTERPIECE !
………..you should know, Debbie. You are one as well. ~ Ever love, Bobbie