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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, reason, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, value, wonder
pray me down
another night
when stars are realigned
remembering a space
that never was
a letting go
before the fates
conspired me to holding
your silences
much longer
than your verse
stay the wake
of evermore
a day beyond the last
wherein the light
is waiting
for a voice
a quiet reassurance
of where and here we lay
poetry
and tender worlds
to write
. . .
tornadoday 
Gifted verse to last forever …
Lucky you and lucky us who are permitted to read along.
and lucky, the heart that feels a tender touch without ever touching……..
Something very special, indeed …
Wordsmith, you are gifted. Your work shames my poor efforts. …xo…
me
o, shame on you dear Paul…………….. Never have I ever created words from all that I know of love……….
Magnificent and intriguing. You are pure magic with your words.
❤ you honor me, millie……….
Your words easily take one’s breath away, to a point where their heart sits eagerly waiting to read more of them…simply beautiful B!
thank you, Wendell. Your kindness is more than enough payment to pull words from thin air……<3