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blessing, close, destiny, dreams, home, light, love, nature, seasons, spirit, stars, story, time
from birth –
the river
was bound to the trees
rocked neath their
branches
each night
sharing the story
tell me again
of weaving together
as stars into light
pattern reflected
in slivers of green
chasing a path
of song to the sea
warmed by the rocks
and swept by the tides
versing the winds
of shared destiny
of a night not so distant
– dreams just the same
as the taste
of forever –
tears without name
. . .
willowdot21 said:
Beautiful truly beautiful
Bumba said:
A magnificent one!
Julia Putzke said:
Wonderful, Bobbie. I love that last line. ❤️
grandfathersky said:
One of life’s quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful even if it is only a floating ash. – Norman Maclean
Jane Sturgeon said:
Grandfathersky ❤
Jason BearHeart said:
Beautiful
tornadoday said:
Thank you, my dear one……….. ❤
soumyav said:
wow! excellent
Wendell A. Brown said:
So very soulfully beautiful!
PapaBear said:
A whole story in 23 small beautifully written lines, Bobby. Thanks. …………………….xo