Secrets Hasten to Unveil Me,
Rhapsodizing in my Fantasy,
All a-Slander in my Protestations,
Comparing me to the Chiding Sea
That Tosses her head when She is Fair,
And Glistens when She is Vexed with Rage;
Yet I, with Skill not Waking to Unfold me,
Stand Silent and Mutely Turn the Page.
Vagabonds in shackles Raising
Treacherous Voices in Symphony,
Like Caterwauling Felines, Unharmonious,
While I Listen in Awestruck Litany.
Just as this Discordant Wailing
Plays Traitor to my Solicitous Sigh,
Such am I Without You here,
And Thus am I when You Whisper “Good-Bye”.
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~Morgan~
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Breathtaking Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves
This one is really good too! You’re on fire this month!
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:):):) You are so Sweet :):):) Thank You so so Much, Lisa ❤
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🙂 🙂 ❤
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Excellent Morgan! 🙂
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Thank You Ms Vee 🙂
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Three letter word comes to mind… WoW ❤
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🙂 Thank You Ever So Much, April 🙂
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‘Caterwauling felines” is a great descriptive phase! Oh, the noise and grief!
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LOL as much as I love kitties, those late night wailings and carryings on just run the wrong way down your spine :{ Thanks Ever So much Michelle !
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