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what closed to my eyes
the certain return
of all I have given –
all I have known
is kept in this endless
cavern of heart
where night never fades
without promise of light
to shine on the writing
the carving of names
held into place
by speaking aloud
of those who are gone
but honor me still
as an echo of some
intangible proof
seasons and who needs
a reason to keep
what became of a story
written of me
. . .
tornadoday 
Such a lovely photo and very deep emotion in your words, and I think we should all talk this way in life in general..
Thank you, Alex……… Wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing? Thank you for planting the possibility. ❤
the ice crystals are perfect!…
❤
Your words always leave a beautiful lasting joy within…and it does not easily fade…and yet is not that what many say about a beautiful painting, diamond, flower…somethings will never diminish…your poetry will always be captivating! You never disappoint with what you serve so beautifully! Always delightful to read your words Bobbie!
And always, Wendell, I am reminded of blessings when you visit. Thank you.
Keeping the tranquility of life is the name of the game.
To be………simply only as love.
🙂
…”and who needs
a reason to keep
what became of a story
written of me”….
Don’t need one…, already have one. ~xo~
Himself
Thank you, Paul. And such a lovely place I am written.
I hold you in my heart Bobbie ❤ xX
As I hold you in mine, Jane. The whisper is quite the same. ❤