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Like the Blustering wind upon a barren plain
Or the windswept ocean, tossing and churning,
As the restless sea of green ebbs and flows
By the cascading breeze’s playful hand,
Through countless measures of space and time
This Willowy Effervescence of verbosity
That Sings in Pain and Wails in Pleasure
Fills the Essence of what makes me Who I Am;
The Poetess within the woman,
The Romantic within the doubter,
The Sensualist within the reticent,
With Passion that Demands representation
Through Flamboyance of phrase
And Delicate Gossamer Lilting words
Spinning Reason into Vivid Rhyme
That gives my Being Purpose
And Speaks of Ages now lying in the vast unknown
Once filled with All I
Aspire to Unveil
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~Morgan~
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Great words, Morgan!! Love the picture!!
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Thanks Dorinda 🙂 the words were flowing like crazy this weekend!
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I adore days like that!! 🙂
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Me too 🙂
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So very cool!
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I am happy you enjoyed it Rajiv 🙂 Thanks Ever So Much!
By the by, I picked up a copy of your book…its on my TBRList 😉
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Oh super! I am going to buy Fey Part 2 on Kindle!
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🙂 Thats Awesome! 🙂 (I believe its going to be on sale the last week of July 😉 )
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Oh super!
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