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of verses
few are written
my passion to discern
no meter come
to match
my violin
language not yet
given breath
to longing unconfessed
cept in that tiny realm –
we are again
where sacred deemed
a moment dear
as none before the same
no poetry
committing us
to rhyme
eternities
and ne’er a line
could answer for my soul
or speak above
a silence
so divine
. . .
tornadoday 
That second stanza ❤️❤️❤️ wonderful, Bobbie. ☺️
Thank you, my friend. ❤
A heart breathing beautiful words of love…as only you can do!
…….ahh, anyone who has read your work dear Wendell would surely disagree…….