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Whispers of Forgotten lore,
Times unremembered
Upon a vast, lonely shore;
Willows gazing into the shades
Of Memory Forgetting
While authenticity Fades;
Timeless Secrets shouting loud,
Wearing the livery
Of an Abandoned shroud
While Unsuspecting passersby
Stop
Stare
And Wonder Why.
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Poetry Prompted by Sue Vincent’s weekely #Writephoto prompt, this week entitled Broken found here
~Morgan~
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Beautiful photography by Sue Vincent

Beautiful, Morgan dear โค
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Thank You my friend ๐ I think I was supposed to use the work Broken for the piece, but it didn’t say that to me.
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I do like this, so quietly elegiac.
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Thank You ever so much Jane..and btw..Great word (elegiac) ๐
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If walls could talk…I would love it. Beautiful and thoughtful poem and image.
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I often wonder what stories they would tell ๐
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Something captivating I’m sure! ๐
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“Stop, stare, and wonder why…” Brilliant! ๐
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๐ Thank You my friend ๐ at least, I tend to wonder why ๐
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I love old castles, they are fascinating.
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So beautiful.
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๐ Very Happy you liked it ๐ Thanks Ever So!
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Thank You Sue ๐
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