In Prismatic Shades Like the Livery of Night,
This Heart does Speak in Shadows and in Hues,
Of the Native Pitch and Reverent Moments, Slight,
Of the Whisperings of Love, Of Passion’s Cues.
While the Moon in Brazen Beams Bedecks the Sky
With Shimmering Sustenance to Satisfy the Soul,
I Stand beneath the Stars and Question Why,
This thudding Beat as sharp as Pealing Tolls.
Apparent in its Lusty Chimes to All but my own ears,
As In Listening far too Close, I Hear too Little,
And Staring out Beyond my Flagrant fears,
This Precious Vessel weak, from Subsistence Brittle.
All that Light Envelopes Holds this Expectation,
While Essence plods and mopes in Hesitation.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Tugba Sevinc
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This is just gorgeous Morgan, beautiful lines throughout, inspirational. x
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Thank You Ever So Much Yikici 🙂 I am touched by your wonderful comment.
Blessings~
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That is a wonderful sonnet. I loved the alliterations and the ending is especially good. 🙂
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Thank You so much anmol, your comment truly makes me 😀
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Your adjective descriptions are breathlessly beautiful. How true how our fear and hesitation can dim our view and still our experience of all things beautiful
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I am so honoured by your truly amazing comment 😉 Thank You!!!
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Love the alliteration “with Shimmering Sustenance to Satisfy the Soul -good for what ails you
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