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was for joy
another lived –
beyond my fingertips
beyond the scent
of rivers
gentle hands
are fastened
by my memory –
held in place too long
with wanting
let me never
love the same
talk about
and all I know
is what of me remains
missing of my heart
the sweetest
name
nights have passed
beyond the dream
somewhere else
I live
a telling
of the moments
falling through
. . .
tornadoday 
“nights have passed
beyond the dream”
…and now I wander
onward down the road
here I’ll stop to rest a while
sparkling eyes, a laugh, a smile
to touch my heart and lighten up my load.
G’nite, sweet lady. Happy dreams! ~xo~
Me
The picture reminds me of the lane I walked morning for 10 long years to catch the school bus…, almost a half mile.
Ahhh, must have been that farm you couldn’t wait to get away from. 🙂 What a beautiful place of starting, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
Bobbie. haunting words and I love the lane….I can feel the stillness in the image and your words. Love always my friend. Xxx
Thank you, my sweet darling Jane……. When I see places such as this, I am hushed by the wonder. What a blessing, these eyes. ~ Always love, Bobbie
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