Shimmering Tide of Golden Fire,
Stir in me Billowing Desire
That Sings of Mystical Days of Yore,
Transforming the Ordinary and the Poor
Into Vestiges of Miraculous Splendor,
Intrepidity to Engender,
Hiding Naught but the Depths of Devotion
Like the Sweet and Boundless Glistening Ocean.
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~Morgan~
Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:
awesome, Morgan, poem and picture ))))))))))))))))))))))
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Thank You George ๐ I do so appreciate that…and the reblog ๐
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Most deservedly welcome, Morgan
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Gorgeous poem and photo.
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I am so Happy it Smiled at you today ๐ doesn’t that ocean look so inviting, when its only 7 here ๐
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Keep warm. It was -12 here this morning. Thursday is going to be a bear (not that today wasn’t). More snow tonight, but we are way down from what Boston has.
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we are getting more snow as I type. Lovely, light, sparkly snow though and not by the foot, so Im happy. Poor Boston!
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I know. My son said they have over 70 inches. They’ve had to have their roof cleared two or three times now. Though I’d love to see it, I feel sorry for all those people who have to suffer through it. That’s just too much of a good thing.
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