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Echoes Mute and Transitory
Fleetingly Heard Upon the Breeze,
Mask Interminable Silence,
As Moans Escape the Beguiling Seas
Of Shrouded Memory,
In Blithe Repose;
Heralding Midnight
With Ethereal Glows.
Pale Wanton Shroud,
Enigmatic,
Surreal;
Encroaching Calamity,
In Darkness that Seals.
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~Morgan~
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This one sends chills up my spine. Fantastic!!
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🙂 Such a Boooo-tiful picture LOL 🙂 I love the thought of fog taking us beyond this world into the next !
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Well, we had the FOG this morning.
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I love when it hangs over everything…looks so pretty. 🙂
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Just fantastic
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🙂 Thanks Ever So John 🙂 So Sorry I haven’t been round much lately. I’ve been soley focused on finishing up Dark Fey: Standing in Shadows. Hoping you’ve been well, my Friend 🙂
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I have been well Morgan Thank you. I too have been very much absent from WP for a myriad of reasons and I miss it. I try to keep up with my favorite writers but have not had time to write myself. I miss it.
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Life has a way of doing that. Trying to steal your joy . Dont let it 😉 I don’t get round to read your poetry as often as I’d like, but when I do , I love it!
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