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Beyond the Glimmer of Precious Morn,
Where Light lifts our heads from Gentle Sleep,
Whispers Caress and Lovingly Adorn,
All we Hide and Secretly Keep.
Lost from ourselves, these Voices Hail,
In Muted Tones of Remembered Hours,
Kissing our Heads when Emotions are Frail,
Spilling oโer our Hearts like Tenderest Showers.
Disconnected , we Linger, most sad and Lonely,
Trapped in these separate Realities,
Yet Bonded in Love, Our One, Our Only,
When the Glimmer Whispers to set us Free.
There upon that Precious Morn,
Lives our Love in Light, Where Love is Born.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: forbes.com/sites/wendydiller
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Beautiful, Morgan! A wonderful way to start my day ๐
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Thank You Dorinda ๐ Im sorry for the delayed response. My comments ticker doesn’t apparently show ALL comments, so Im running through each post. Im so very glad this smiled to you ๐
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They keep playing with comments and notifications. We’ve all be complaining. I keep mine on “approve” so I know when someone comments. As for comments from Poet’s Corner, I have to search for them lol Your poetry always makes me ๐
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Lovely sunrise, Morgan — I woke up to rain, so it’s nice to visit here and see some sun!!
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We are desperate for some rain. funny how it seems to only hit one area at a time.
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Beautiful.
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Im so glad you enjoyed this ๐ Thank You! I do love writing Sonnets ๐
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Beautiful poem. The rise of sun and the promise of a new day allows us to leave the secrets of our dreams behind.
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AND to carry them with us through the day, singing, inspiring, whispering ๐
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