Soft the Hours all are Drifting,
Too Quiet, They, In Passing Be,
While I, in Languid Subterfuge,
Hide Not my Friendless Misery.
Shades of Colour Meld and Merge
Like Sorrow Melting Upon the Day;
Blank and Pale in Brightest Sun
Where Once Our Joy, Like Children, Played.
Now You’re Gone, As Stars of Night,
And Shapeless Pass These Stolid Hours;
Unfettered, Yet I Stand, Perplexed,
Having Lost Youth’s Blushing, Vibrant Flowers.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Perla Marina at deviantart.com
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The cries beckon me to reply that I am here, and do not wish you to feel thus. Majestically worded, darling.
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🙂 Thank You, as Ever , Charming Tam 😉 This picture moved me so greatly,..she looks so sad, doesn’t she?
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She does. Beauty does not alleviate loneliness. It may, in fact, magnify it. Attracting company, but not companionship. The greatest of us are plagued ever by the search for more.
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Truly said…as Fame has ever shown.
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Beautifully crafted poetry. In rhyme, content, and execution. So fluid and rhythmic.
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I am so appreciative of your marvelous comment and critique…Thank You Ever So 🙂
Blessings and Peace~
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