01 Tuesday Dec 2015
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blessings, breth, destiny, divine light, home, love, remembrance, sacred intimacy, touch
in the still
that holds remember
pages urging to recall
how it was
and where beginning
we were carried
from the fall
crashing sound
of ancient whispers
waters flow
against the night
heaven pines
but for a moment
souls returning
into light
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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tornadoday 
Lovely piece 🙂
Thank you, my dear one. ❤
I wonder if we hear the rushing waters when we take that step into this realm …?
I’m quite certain……..emerging new from the cold waves……..
There’s a wistful sense of sadness in these lines, a sense of returning, but wishing to stay. …..xo
Regardless our ways or the time it took us to arrive, we look back with wonder on all that we’ve loved. Let us never regret that which began in love………… ❤
Never have, Bobbie, never will !!! …xo
beautiful as the soul that whispers these lines
Take Care Bobbie….You Matter
mary
Thank you. I love you, Mary ❤