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what little will
have I to say
of where the sun will rise
pressed against
the shadows of a kiss
as whispers
of a moment’s grace
swept across the floor
leaving not a grain
of yesterday
to float beneath
my gathers
as proof of other sins
remembered now
as morning floods my soul
a blush became
of consequence
before my will was known
carried as a name
upon my lips
. . .
tornadoday 
Mirroring yourself.
❤ in the shimmer before shine………a star caught in a web……..a moon above a lake………… Thank you, Salva. Always, you reach me.
Your poems demand honesty. I simply try to comply with.
…..and it is an endearing quality, salva……..one can’t help but love………..
Thank you so much!
very seductive
O, my dear one……….. I am thrilled you think so………
I love the flow of this and the first two stanzas ❤
Julia, I am always honored with your presence, with your heart opened to my words. I love you, my dear one. xo ❤
Thank you. It’s an honor to be able to share myself with you. I love you, too ❤
A beautiful song to the yesterdays of tomorrow…. xo
Me
the sunset not yet dreamed……….
*pressed against the shadow of a kiss* powerful
O, my friend……… I am touched by your kindness. Thank you so.
The last verse dances vibrantly in a very soulful way…your words provide an enchanting melody which helps to bring the love of life alive in the hearts of many, reflecting their beauty within many smiles! Your poems always are a blessing to embrace Bobbie…hugs and blessings always!
Thank you, Wendell. To be honest, I suspect I started with the last verse…….. I imagined a coming back, across a many mile, with only a name to guide…….