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tempered now
the pull of hearts
as one into the beating
became of oceans
rivers down below
as moonlight
on forgotten fields
where wild
the blossoms swimming
are held as one
without an eye to see
or soul to sense
their mysteries
much deeper than the seed
a solace of surrender –
where breath becomes
the breeze
. . .
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Phantastic photograph and even better lines. A solace always to remember.
Thank you, Salva. In the quiet ways of nature, we are always welcomed home. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Spoken so true.
Your words pull my heart. Lovely.
As yours pull mine, dearest Millie…… ❤
“moonlight on forgotten fields” …What an image ! Ahhh….. xo
Me
Indeed, dear Paul. Not long ago, I was in the area near where my parents live. I passed a familiar place, and could still see the remnants of some long ago path through the trees, and I wondered, ‘is that still the way to heaven?’…….. ❤
For some, darlin’ girl, surely it is. xo