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when comes the end
and I’ve no reason
for keeping time
this way –
no choice of words
I might have said
given one more day
no space allowed
no higher road –
than this already run
when comes the dawn
I’m without rhyme
– verses
left undone
what then shall I
when without voice –
tell of love I knew
what words will I
surrender –
when I remember you
. . .
tornadoday 
Wow.
thank you for your kindness………you humble me ❤
Your words tamed me. So i humbled yiu😉
i second the WOW 🙂 another one that whispers in the dark, and lights the way to remember those “verses left undone” a repetition know, but i love this 🙂
love you Bobbie, I hope you are doing well in your neck of the woods
Take Care…You Matter…
mary
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