Precipice

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Written by Morgan

Precipice

There is a Precipice upon which I Stand,

Buffeted by Winds in Shifting Sand,

Around me Crashing, Fierce and Strong,

Waves Collide with the Sound of my Song;

Yet I Sing From my Heart, Loud and Clear,

I Sing for Myself, and Whomever May Hear.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves

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