Drifting

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Written by Morgan

 

drifting

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Drifting

In the Contemplation

Of things unsaid

Of Whispers unheard

Lifting

In the Combination

Of Gentle Zephyrs

And Melodious Words

Sifting

Through the Memories

Of things once Spoken

Once shared, now gone

Shifting

Light through barren boughs

As Words now spoken

Sweetly Sing

And Rouse

The Drifting Memory

Of things once done

Now long apast

In the setting sun.

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~Morgan~

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11 Comments

  2. Morgan, you are so amazing. How do you find the time for so many masterpieces. I love this.

    ” Shifting

    Light through barren boughs

    As Words now spoken

    Sweetly Sing

    And Rouse

    The Drifting Memory

    Of things once done

    Now long apast

    In the setting sun.”

    I can see that setting sun, while truly recalling a few of my own memories. Thank you so much for recreating those moments. You have a fabulous way of bringing up all the great past treasures worth hanging on too.

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    1. I am Blessed to know how these words, gifted to me to share, touch you and reach others. It is the Magic of the Spirit, Singing Sweetly and Rousing! I am ever amazed at how others are as blessed as I am by them and how they are interpreted so differently, sometimes, yet no less poignantly. What a Treasure this Blessing is to Me ! Thank YOU for sharing how it blesses you as well.

      I hope this doesn’t come across as snobby in anyway 😦

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      1. Are you kidding? Not at all! It’s purely beautiful, just like everything you do. You keep on being you. That’s what life should be. 🙂

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