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were mornings come
a salve to ease
these passages of time
forgotten now
are distances between
the last hello
the first goodbye
melt into the day –
becoming but a memory
of dreams
before the truth awakens
prayers to silence fall
erasing years
outnumbered by the night
as destinies defended
to an ever faithful moon
love is gathered
sweetly
into light
. . .
Can’t say what it is but there’s a feeling of calm and peace in this, Bobbie. ~xo~
Me
Yes, Paul………..that’s how it felt as it came into word. Thank you, my dear one. ~ Ever, Bobbie
I love your image. Your poem flows on a gentle breeze. Hugs, Barbara
Thank you, sweet Barbara. Your kindness blesses me. ~ Always love, Bobbie
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seems there’s not much difference from Kentucky to Tennessee…. xo
The beauty of your words sometimes will often take meaningful words away…so very lovely my friend!
hi tornado, just wanted to say your poetry blows me away into a good place and i wanted to say thank you …. the last lines in this one are particularly awesome …. ” …. love is gathered sweetly into light” ….. takes my breath away for a moment with a smile :o) Jimi
Thank you, Jimi. I am so blessed that you think so! You just made my day……. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
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This gives SUCH a feeling of peace. It has the most beautiful lines in it.
Thank you, my friend. I’m so glad you found truth between the lines. 🎄