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stay
that I might
give to you my story –
a page or two
as payment for a kiss
how long til
you’ve discovered
breathing born of rhyme
will beyond
these places we exist
a poem
oft repeated
just before the darkness stirs
in reverie
this wonder to reclaim
words –
where none are needed
linger yet
upon my lips –
sweetened by the memory
of your name
. . .
tornadoday 
So beautifully written…it embraces deep in such a serene way! Another gem Bobbie!
A wonderful poem, wishing you a wonderful weekend… Blessings always
Sue
memories to be sorted and cherished
I love that they are reclaimed words 🙂 perfect description
Love this and you Bobbie for the words you always share and in turn making
me think of memories that make me smile 🙂
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
Beautiful words, Bobbie, but a kiss should need no payment if it is a sentiment shared, not given or taken …….xo
me
Ohhhh…ahhhhh….Bobbie, this is lovely.
O, thank you so, Millie. You inspire me. Although I don’t get by with a note as often as I’d like, know that your posts are among the first I read in the morning. ❤ Somehow, you have a sense for lies before me each day. I am so very grateful for your light! ❤