Silence is
In All its Golden Hour
Reverence cast Adrift upon the
Ever Shifting Tide of Night;
That in its Reverie
All once Said,
Though Played in mischief,
Might come to Light.
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~Morgan~
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Breathtaking Photograph found on Pinterst: credit Acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographer. Thank You.


Lovely poem fits the beautiful photo well..
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Thank you so 🙂
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