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how sweet
the wind
returns the sea –
how blue
this morning
after –
is come for me
a promise
thru the gale
of longing
softly whispered
abide
within this night
come as breeze
to carry me
away
of thought
returned
as soul to soul
was reason
to deliver –
the dreamer
from the soft
embrace
of dreams
Author’s Note: A dear friend sent me this picture
today – a place not far from his home in Newfoundland.
The image was from the summer just past, a kiss
of breeze upon the waves. Thank you, Shea.
. . .
tornadoday 
how blue the morning after
so many ways to feel this one..
I think I will revel in the blue of the skies above me after
dreams in the ever after…
Beautiful Bobbie…
as I watch the wind bending the trees…
Take Care…You Matter…
)0(
always just me
Thank you, Maryrose. In discussing the seasons, my friend sent me this picture so that I could imagine the days ahead (not so far as the crow flies)………the springtime view from his rooftop. And nothing I could do was sufficient to stop the words from coming. He is such a dear; you would love him for his soul has been freed the illusions of time. I love you! ~ Bobbie
as a crow flies!..first I see a crow flying so low as I feed my zoo, then I click on FB and Joss has a picture of Crow, then someone sends to me a picture of Morrigan with Her Crow…
I think someone is trying to send me a sign LOLs..
oh I would love him..I am timeless myself *smile*
I really liked the photo…but I think Spring has been pushed back if the Northern that just hit is any indication…
and I Love You!
)0(
me
Wow! I love this it’s beautiful.
Richard, your kindness warms me……… Thank you for the gift of your presence. ~ Love, Bobbie
Just had to say. I thought it great 🙂
love you………thank you
Today blew a Jasmine-saturated-breeze
The far-away-petals whispered an invitation
The tender whisperer left one bee weak; weak in the knees
Abandoning her busy season to one World of Inspiration…
The above is just my story with you & I miss you badly..
Much love
O, my precious Mira, I have left many a message at your gate………hoping for this day. I miss you and love you dearly! Love is known gently by the welcome home, and never for the questions of where you’ve been……….for here, here is where we waited – here is where you are loved! ~ Bobbie
& I’ve missed you more..
So many glasses of fine wine to taste; I’m certain tonight I’d be drunk for the first time in life:)
……….such that your sleep weighs you sweetly………. 🙂 Maybe you’re just due for catching up!
Not quite sure I can no matter how I try:(
but I’ll sip as much as my time allows, I promise
…….and we shall both be blessed 🙂
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