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might I fall
and make of pieces
edges dark
as carbon grey
light as green
the ocean swells
where twilight
meets
the ends of day
might I drift
afraid no further
than places
you once you held me
here
were dreams made real
– the heart held silent
caught a world
inside my tears
lay and listen
stay
one story
more I’ll write
of where and when
the black
fell deeper than remembered
– your light
I pulled across
within
. . .
tornadoday 
the heart
so silent
caught a world
inside my tears
there is a world within each tear…
for when one falls, a memory is frozen inside…
Beautiful as you Bobbie….
Hope you’re staying warm….Take Care….You Matter….
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maryrose
Thank you, Maryrose……… I am quite certain that every blossom was once a tear. The measure of how we loved is in the depths of that which we keep – something far more than can be said. Sorrow keeps good company with bliss, my dear one. ~ Always, love is worth the dying. Ever with love to you. ~ Bobbie
To read your words warms my heart and spirit, and in the dark, your light radiates a special glow! The embrace of your words brings life to a smile, that will not soon go away for you have served up another gem! May your day be beautiful tomorrow my sister! God bless!
Thank you, Wendell. May your day be filled with some measure of understanding for just how much you are loved. ~ Bobbie
sweet 🙂
Thank you, Vimal. You humble me always. ~ Bobbie
hugs.
I would love to hear the stories told of “worlds within each tear”. Could it be that worlds and tears are fractals all the same. Beautiful is the longing music in these words, Bobbie. Love, Dee
Bobbie, for me, this is the voices of falling snow… elusive and undiluted~ BEAUTIFUL ! Faithfully Debbie