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age, blessings, constellations, dreams, life, love, memories, presence, seasons, spirit, stars, time, wishes
I remember well
the season –
mercury and venus
a watchful moon
still takes my breath away
counting time by wishes
made for one another
whispers
folded round us –
stay
I’ve reached the age
where years no longer matter –
fissures to a dream
another page
moments I remember
a proprietary weakness –
I pass the field
we loved in
every day
. . .
❤
❤
i love this…
…as I love you, Mary ❤
🙂
So damn wistful! 😍
💚
Thank you for your kind words, my dear one…
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Come and share this elegant love poem – PROPRIETARY WEAKNESS
❤ thank you
Really enjoyed this poem!! Love the wistful remembrance of your lines –
“I pass the field
we loved in
every day”
Bravo!
How should I thank you for all the many, many views of my poems and words? They have come to really love you and your visits! They get addicted to attention! Ha!
I’m deeply moved by you spending your precious time. Such an honor!!
Chuck
xoxo
the heart that is your heart……..all the thanks I need, my friend ❤
Wonder how the still grass, and the scent of nightfall gives presence to places passed long before
…all we ever hope to be written to the underside of a leaf, carried on a whisper of morning light……….
‘stay’ — that one word upon which which kills and resurrects.. Oh Bobbie, this poignant piece seeped into the deepest crevices of the heart.
Love you and love your ink, deeply! xx
………as I love you……your words, your heart, the blessing that is you……..<3