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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, self, spirit, understanding, wandering, wonder
silence strains
this fitful heart –
as red
the noonday blush
above the pines
where yesterday
the chill
remained
to slow the longing
snowflakes
into leaves
nights no longer
seek
my company
broken cups
and I still I raise
a favored
to the stars –
remember me
a wish
before you’re gone
counted
by the taking
for love
a moment more –
lights have filled
the places
we belong
. . .
tornadoday 
Another great one, Bobbie.
Your poem is very beautiful! You always share what is real within…may your evening be a very blessed one, as also the week ahead!
As long as they are in your heart no one is ever really gone…
~xo~
Me
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