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acceptance, age, angels, divine this, forgiveness, gratefulness, grief, home, loss, love
am I the proof
of sanity
and someone’s need for
closure
the want for stars
when all the night
is numb
to wishes
where our horses lay
wheat a shade
of pale
a mirror posed beneath
the starting now
am I the proof
of mysteries –
quite well though some
have said
remember where
and when
our fortune turned
loss into forgiveness
sorrow into bliss
reminders of
a prayer –
and I
the proof
. . .
Your star always shines Bobbie ❤
Beautiful, Bobbie…you are the proof indeed.
The only people that need proof are those who don’t believe in themselves. I think that leaves us out… !!! 🙂