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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Desire, Dreams, Indigo, Light, Midnight, Moonlight, Nature, Night, photography, Poem, poetry, reverie, Romance, secret, Twilight, ~Morgan~
The Hours of Night Pour through the casement,
Secret, Yet Unhidden,
Clutching at my Train of Thought;
An Addiction that’s Unbidden.
Twilight circles Menacing outside the Darkened door,
Her Indigo spread wide,
Cloaking all my Reticence,
Until I’ve nowhere left to Hide.
The Hours strike and echo in this Brazen Reverie,
Impervious to Haste,
With You, Initiative is Sweet,
Though rarely ever Chaste.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: moonglowlilly at Deviantart.com
Beautiful Morgan. I love the photo. 🙂
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🙂 Thanks Ever So Ms Vee 🙂 Always Happy when you stop by 🙂
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It’s always a pleasure.
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This is a gorgeous poem Morgan, I love it. 🙂
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Thank you Ever so Much Dom 🙂 That means a great deal to me 🙂
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Lovely, Morgan!! 🙂
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Thanks Line 🙂 Look at that Moon…photoshopped, but still LOVELY 🙂
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