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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, living, love, memory, my way back to you, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wonder
how sweet
where springs immortal
some provision for the light
an extra sheet
with blankets down the hall
a book of story
read to me –
one night
when morning came
listening
was I
so sure to fall
in wonder unexpected
a corner
dusted bare –
else distance will
my soul to disappear
how many times
were hands
to watch –
a sweeping into day
love is left a promise
– silence I can
hear
. . .
tornadoday 
Covers both the ethereal and the corporeal
& ages have passed on the promise yet it’s still a promise whispered one dawn and words spoken by the dawn are unfaithfully sworn:(
You’ve touched my deep through this; hugs
“was I so sure to fall”… just wonderful, Bobbie. Deeply touching with an ethereal lightness for the soul to follow along. Love. x
So many times silence is a promise left by love… ~xo~
Me
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