Shades of Light Drift on the Dawn
In a Tangled Web of Memory,
Where Ripples Touch what now is Gone
To Tantalize this Ache in me.
Crumbling Facade that once Stood Bright
With Colours Clear as Shimmering Morn,
Now Leak the Fading, Breaking Light,
Bleak and Cold as a Lamb first Shorn.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at: crossingislandnatur.tumblr.com
Really nice, Morgan. Beautiful as always.
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🙂 I saw the picture and simply HAD to use it somehow.
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Very beautiful, and the photo is lovely.
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Complicated simplicity, that’s art. Lovely.
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Thank You Erik 🙂
Cheers!
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Beautiful words for the picture…
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Thanks Theresa. found the picture on pinterest and the rest just happened 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it!
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Cut to the quick
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