Kiss the Sun

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Written by Morgan

Kiss the Sun

The Shifting Sands of Melancholy Seas,
Unfertile, Sterile, Vast and Bleak,
Mark the Echoing emptiness of my Silence,
Barren as a desert promontory.

Droning Winds that parch my skin
With burning sands that Kiss the Sun,
Wrestle with my misgiving before the Tide’s begun.

Hurtling Thoughts like grains of sand,
Into the Vacuous Open Plain
Of All my Thoughts,
Sandstorm of Intemperate Haste,
Wiping Clean what Once was Chaste.

Subtle in the withering Glare of scorched and desolate Promise,
Slinks the Guise that Stole this Virtue,
Hapless Temptation in undulating form
Slither Beside me to Keep me Warm.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at : crenk.com

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      2. oh dear! we are just coming upon Spring…the 21st of March, and let me tell you, even I am anxious this year. The snow has been great, but its been viciously cold!

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    1. Sorry, that was meant for Rajiv LOL. I was listening to some Azam Ali while I wrote this, and her voice/music souns very much the same, somehow beautifully mournful, so its wonderful that it came across in the verse 🙂 Thank You my sweet friend 🙂

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  5. oh dear! we are just coming upon Spring…the 21st of March, and let me tell you, even I am anxious this year. The snow has been great, but its been viciously cold!

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