The Quiet Speaks in Flickering Tone,
A Sigh,
A creak,
A Faraway Moan,
Distance Beckoning Long and Low,
Whispers,
Hushed words,
A Flickering Glow,
Of Memory Held Within these Stones,
Of Dreams,
Of Desires,
Loneliness Enthroned,
With Shadows Flickering on the Wall,
In Dimness,
In Chaos,
Where Stillness Falls,
Flickers of Emotion, Stretching ‘cross Time,
Of Yearning,
Of Learning,
Never to be Mine.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: AMALIA LULIANA CHITULESCU


Even the title’s evocative
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🙂 Thank you Richard…every once in a while I get it right 😮
LOL
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Every once LOL
Every time more like.
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I strive to emulate you 🙂
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Hauntingly beautiful
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Thanks John…I wrote this in between Ghost Adventure Episodes LOL 🙂
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Why never to be yours? These words are powerful and really spoke volumes. xxoo
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Thank You Amy. In my mind, she is hearing the past, through ghostly sounds in her house…but who is to say, she might experience those things as well. one day… 😉
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Looooove, that’s all!!!! Hi Morgan!!!
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🙂 Thats more than enough! Thank You Barb…HI!!!!
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eerie, lonely, tragically painful, and most beautifully written. so nicely done.
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Thanks Ever So, Bob 🙂 I truly appreciate it 🙂
Blessings~
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Of Yearning,
Of Learning,
Never to be Mine
Well written! with a most compelling cadence…
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Thank You Ever So, Merlin. I truly do appreciate it and am so glad you stopped and enjoyed your visit 🙂
Blessings~
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Beautifully enchanting!
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🙂
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“memory held within …”
Lovely work.
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Thanks so much my friend 🙂
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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