Sing in Sweet Silence when the lark turns her head,
Upon the Soft Breeze Serenading Twilight,
Speak in Gentle Whispers that Calm my listless dread
And Kiss me with Tranquility at the turn of Night,
Spark my Dreams with Quiet Prayers of Serenity
That Soothe my rushing haste and Renew,
Fill my resting hours with Stillness that Frees
And Guides me on paths Always back to You.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: hdwallpapersci.com
Just turned on to this, Wow!
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🙂 I knew you’d like it, so I figured …… 😉 lol
Thanks so much my friend !!
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Welcome
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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“That Soothe my rushing haste and Renew” – sleep regenerates
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usually 😉
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Beautiful!
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Thank You Kenne. Always so nice to see you 🙂
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I love this poem! It is beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks so much Line. Its kinda funny because when I wrote this I almost deleted it.
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And after reading that most excellent beauty…I will turn in, resting in the bliss it placed within…so very lovely Morgan…see you tomorrow!
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That is amazing to hear, dear friend. Im so glad I didn’t delete this, like I nearly did 😮
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I like the way you describe twilight. Beautiful
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Thanks as always my friend
OH…are you still going to email the picture you wanted me to write about?? Just wondering 😉
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