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how soft
become
the shadows shift
into the sweetest fold
of almost was
a dream caught fire
to burn
within the cold
a telling
of a night not far
and secrets lay behind
where then
they might
as we were found
this close
another time
dreaming of
a place beyond –
the warm embrace
of spark
a wisp of knowing
deeper still
than longing to the bark
gathered as
immortal ink –
the poet’s heart to free
a folded note
of birth rewrote –
I carry you
with me
. . .
tornadoday 
A folded note of love to you dearest Bobbie, I treasure your soft and loving words. ❤
I hold it near……….a whisper against my heart, dear Jane. ❤
Read this several times, Bobbie, and every time found something more and different to add to the layers that had already formed. It sings many melodies. ~always ‘n’ ever~
Me
……….becoming another with every refrain……….. Thank you, Paul.
WOW, fabulous.
Thank you, my sweet precious friend. ❤