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Soft the Hours pass in Quiet Transformation,
Stealing Eternity from the sweeping Heavens
To Spin Golden Contentment upon my Cheek and Heart.
Whispers filled with Truth and Hope
Rain down from All that Loves and Cares
To Weave Luxurious Tapestries of Silken Threads
That Clothe my every fear with Tender Assurance.
In the Hush of Gentle Tranquility,
Where Gossamer Peace Sighs Serenely down,
Reaching from Heaven to Caress my Soul;
I Linger in Breathless Adoration
Filled beyond Purest Pleasure.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph by: Sortvind at Deviantart.com
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Love that word, gossamer. Lovely poem and lovely photo.
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🙂 Many Smiling Thanks my Friend 🙂 and Blessings ~
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Soft the Hours pass in Quiet Transformation – these golden words set me up for a journey of peace and tranquility.
Where Gossamer Peace Sighs Serenely down,
Reaching from Heaven to Caress my Soul; – Oh Morgan, what lovely words these are. My soul has been caressed.
This is beyond beautiful. Hugs, my dear friend.
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Oh Michelle, your comment nearly brings me to tears 😉 I am so Blessed that this Blesses you 🙂 THAT is what writing is all about. THANK YOU!!!
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Sounds like you’ve touched many hearts and souls with this one, Morgan. The line that went deep for me was, “Whispers filled with Truth and Hope
Rain down from All that Loves and Cares.” So gentle, so compassionate, so lovely.
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🙂 These words Sing as sweetly to my as they do to everyone else, I assure you, but I am so very glad I “wrote” them down and shared them. Many Sweet Blessings, Susan ~
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