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as silent hands
remember touch –
a fragile cup of joy
as carried once
across the depths
of time
reminders
of each sorrow
held us near to love
treasure
far too sweet
for one to hold
in seasons of
together
from close – a distance none
is lost to these
who gave of light
away
beyond the knowing
meant for sight
a truth that needs
not seed
I carry still
another me somehow
conceived
of something greater
than want
to understand
how fleeting
we –
a moment saved
to love
. . .
sweet and lovely
As are you, Soumyav. As are you………. ❤ Thank you.
So much sentience. Nearly unbearable. – Outstanding poem.
You humble me, dear Salva. Thank you so much! ~ Always just love, Bobbie
I am indebted.
Wonderful shot!
Thank you, my dear one. ~ Always love, Bobbie
This is sooo much you, Bobbie, and I loved it. ~xo
Me
🙂 You know, I kinda thought the same thing, Paul……… Thank you. ❤
i visited you with the hope of being serenaded by your words…and yet i found more…for i was blessed with a soothing rhapsody! A very bliss filled moment i enjoyed embracing your words…hugs and blessings!
It doesn’t matter what the reason is, dear Wendell. When you’re here, I’m blessed. Thank you. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
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