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dreams, home, life, love, nature, nothing is ever lost, reminders, seasons, sometimes still, time, whispers
how is it now
the past is come
scattered by the wind
hardened crumbs
were once a croissant
dreams we shared
with ne’er a thought
of sunset o’er the break
darkness settled deep
into our bones
houses kept apart
from joy
bliss we dared believe
the dawn would press
warmth to sleepy eyes
assurance of remember me
lest nothing else make sense
heaven held to shadows –
dusted yesterdays
. . .
tornadoday 
Stepping into the falls keeping faith of what is written as destiny …
closing our eyes to everything but truth…………that which allows us to see in the dark, to sail on a mist
Its amazing when one can feel someones embrace when reading their words…I still will always remember their touch…always a treasure!
♥