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Fleeting in the Midnight Air
Like a Half seen Witness,
Borrowing Time and Elemental Fire
While the Shadows Fall and Twist in Puddles,
Pooling like Dark water in the Shimmering Shine,
Glimmers Sparkle from its Dappled Edges,
Ripples of Magic Stemming from the Curling Waves
Gently Emanating from the Shape of Candlelight
That Illuminates the Midnight.
Touches that Bend Time,
Breaths that Shudder the Surrounding Darkness,
Voices Soft and Hushed in the Whispering Calm,
Waiting for the Paradoxical Moment that Speaks,
Opening the Expectant Promise
In Pale Harmony that Builds before Dawn,
Singing Seductively in the Mystical Magic
Gently Scintillating in the Shape of Candlelight
That Bends the Caress of Time.
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~Morgan~
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Nice poem Morgan… Loved it… 🙂
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Thank you Rashmi 🙂 so very happy you stopped in 🙂
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You are most welcome… 🙂
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“Candlelight that bends the caress of Time”…oh my, what an ending. So I have to ask, do you get anything else done during the day–or just write indescribably good poetry? 🙂
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lol I wish I could devote my entire day to writing, but sadly, I do have a 9-5er and a house to take care of…and a cat 🙂 So it’s a challenge to balance everything, but I am blessed with Inspiration that speaks, literally, at the drop of a hat. 🙂 Thanks Ever So Much Delyn!
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Beautiful, Morgan. Fall has your creative juices humming.
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My best time of year 🙂 Thanks again my Friend 🙂
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