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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
what ways
have i forgotten –
all i wanted once to be
how sweet
the smell of wonder
after rain
the almost was
is folded
to places i am one
recalled to love
by echoes of
my name
held within
a stolen breath
as promise without place
another time –
yet still
the heart retains
a moment unforgotten
of all i knew
to be
an essence
left by longing –
a memory of flame
. . .
xo. That’s my only comment, Lady Wordsmith, just… xo
Me
And my one response seems hardly enough…… Thank you, Paul. ~ Love
Simply beautiful!
Wendell, there are no words for all you mean to me…….. I am eternally grateful for love that wears your name. ~ Bobbie
❤ xXx
Always………and still ❤
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