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She Weaves her Tapestry,
Intrinsic Silence
Born upon the Breeze,
Whispers of Starlight tossed
By Ebon shades, shifting;
She Spins a gothic web,
Intrigue Hushed and Calm
Speaking into the Nighttide,
Cosmos of Beauty Pouring
From her pale lips, Singing;
She Beguiles Delicately,
Tantra in Tranquility,
Lilting Soliloquy of Darkness,
Peace and Possibility
Reaching to Encompass
and Ensnare.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: ย Brooke Gillette via Deviantart.com

Ah, Fridays! ๐
PS I was glad you used ‘intrinsic’ that’s a very forgotten word. ๐
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๐ My Favourite day of the week, for many reasons ๐ Thank You Richard!! ๐
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Welcome ๐
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This piece deeply moved my soul today. You inspired me greatly.
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I am humbled and honoured, and dont just say that for something to say. Thank YOU, Ever So !!
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Love your poem. You know her well. Love that picture.
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She is the night and, yes, I know her well ๐ The artist has an entire series of characters with different coloured eyes…you may very well be seeing more of her work ๐ Thanks Ever So Much!!
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…and I am encompassed and ensnared! Beautiful poem Morgan…your words beguiling in themselves! So apt with the pic…
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