06 Thursday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
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dreams, essence, hope, intimacy alive, life, living, love, simple wantings, spirit, story
was there a moment
I was spinning
wishes into plans
intent on misdirection
with hope
for nothing more
than a hand to hold –
a story not yet
made
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Though we cannot touch your hands physically, by our words that are shared with each visit, yet by our spiritual touch through our words you will always have hands to hold by those who love you spiritually through our hearts! Lovely poem Bobbi!
Simply beautiful, though we cannot touch hands physically, through our words, you will always have hands to hold for what comes alive from our hearts spiritually! Hugs Bobbie!
Beautiful in its simplicity, Bobbie, and meaningful in the words unwritten. ……….xo
❤ Bobbie ❤
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