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becoming, eternity, life, love, moments, morning, poetry, smile, sometimes, story, touch, witness me, words
paint my blush
as roses –
my kiss
a cherry wine
fill me with your story –
and I shall give you
mine
a painter
not a poet –
a writer made to bleed
take my ears
so they might learn
the ways you came
for me
steal my breath
my every word
verse I thought to pen
take of rhyme surrendered
– and write it
to my skin
paint my dreams
by candle –
my morning with your smile
leave the stars
to wonder
where we go
. . .
Your words lift one’s heart with their beauty and lovely glow! You always bring smiles to last many days! Hugs and blessings my beloved sister!
Thank you, my dear brother! Your words lift me up. May you be blessed during this season of resurrection! Love ever, Bobbie
Written with softest blend of watercolors …
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