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closer than the stars, divine intimacy, home, hope, letters, love, mail, only this, remembrance, reminders, staying, truth
the mail came
and the walk –
not much further
than before
when scented pages
threw a kiss
across the landscape
never threatened
by the rivers
or mountains drawn
between
a whisper spawned
of poetry
feelings
worn to rust
rhyme we never
claimed to understand
the way it was
forever
pressed into the fold
ink became
the memory of dreams
. . .
Ink became the memory of dreams- I like that as I dreamt a whole film plot a couple of nights ago and hope to write it
This is one beautiful pile of words, Bobbie, ….., all the way from the top to the bottom…………..xo
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