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the trees
have shed their blossoms
– an early sign of fall
was here we walked
once hand in hand
and never spoke at all
of plans beyond
the drifting –
beyond the moon’s embrace
were moments
we would carry
into grace
a page or two
of history
as need
untouched by time
remembers not
the parting –
a breath as yours
or mine
. . .
Sharing precious moments.
the measure of our days, dear Salva……… ❤
So true.
You can’t help but know that I absolutely loved this…, every word of it and every thought it evokes. Completely and totally beautiful, Bobbie. The essence of love has no past, and no future…, it only is, and it lives within you and your words. xo