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render
with mercy
if ever you tell
or cleave from wishes
these stars
fell to my eyes
a midnight in march
filling the night
wherever you are
might yet our story
be saved
to your soul
a passing of light on the way
a whisper of longing
kept by the wind
shall meet
with remembrance
someday
. . .
ahh such beauty in your words! wishing you nothing but the best, keep the ink flowing 🙂
O, my friend, you are so very very kind. Thank you for blessing my places today. ~ Love, B
I love it.
Thank you so very much, my friend……….. I am thankful for your presence. ~ Love, Bobbie
“a midnight in march, filling the night wherever you are” — absolutely beautiful words that burn in one’s skin, branding one forever to the archipelago of love…. love this, Bobbie — Always, Dee
……..a reminder that love, like the night sky is eternal, and will linger long after we’ve grown silent…… Thank you, my lovely Dee. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
My comments could add nothing to what you’ve written here, Bobbie, so I won’t desecrate the wonder of them with meaningless words. xo
Me
……as always, your silence is more than most other’s words…….. Love to you, dear Paul. ~ Ever, Bobbie
there is such tenderness expressed in all of your poetry,
ty for that, i am so very glad to have found your blog. peace,
Thank you, dear one…. I’m so very glad you did too. ~ Love sweetly, Bobbie