Winter’s Icy chill
May stand Temptress to my Longing Heart,
Enshrouding all my Hope
In Bitter Stillness,
Silence,
And Frost;
Yet,
The Promise
Of Your Exquisite Love
Lingers,
Assuring my Loneliness,
Caressing my Solitude,
Whispering
What only Our Spirits
Remember.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by Igor Zenin
…but with the starkness of all that..comes BEAUTY !!
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Wow!!! Just wow!
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🙂 Thank You Richard 🙂 Ever so Kind!
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Welcome
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Everything about this shiny! 🙂
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🙂 Thanks Michelle…such a gorgeous picture..oh hey and its PINK 🙂
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Yay for PINK! I love it! 💗
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Deep, very deep!
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🙂 Thanks Ever So 😉 The Image did its work and Inspired!
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I like that you still have hope in the cold of winter for love and its whispers.
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Without Hope we would be lost in an Icy Grip for sure 🙂
Thank you so very much!
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Just beautiful, divine wordsmith!!
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Aww Thank You dear Brenda 🙂 I love when you visit !! LD
Thanks so very much. ~
Have a Blessed Day!
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You have a blessed day, too! Hugs, Brenda
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Love, love, love….pics beautiful too🙋🙋
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🙂 Thanks so much dear friend 🙂
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Morgan, this is so beautiful, and your poem goes perfectly with the picture.
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I am so glad you enjoy my writing…Thank You Ever so for stopping back so often 🙂 I truly truly appreciate it Michelle 😉
Blessings~
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