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where began
my way to blossom –
was once a light
the darkness braved
but for the hope
of my surrender –
fell across the night
to save
these lowly tears
are sweet permission
fill the bath
to coming home
a soul returned
as stars to wander
backwards unto bliss –
my own
. . .
Do you realize how gorgeous this is, Bobbie. It had me holding my breath until I had finished it. Wow !!! ~~xo
Me
When I was a little girl, I loved sitting on the footboard of my grandmother’s bed, falling backwards into the soft embrace of her feather mattress…….. This felt the same…….and I’m quite certain, it is. Thank you, Paul. ❤
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There are things we know…and beyond that, another world we sense. What a beautiful place that is. Dontchathink, dear Jane? ❤
Oohh yes dearest Bobbie, in the world we sense, magic lives with boundless opportunities ❤ you, always… xX