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Echoes Mute and Transitory
Fleetingly Heard Upon the Breeze,
Mask Interminable Silence,
As Moans Escape the Beguiling Seas
Of Shrouded Memory,
In Blithe Repose;
Heralding Midnight
With Ethereal Glows.
Pale Wanton Shroud,
Enigmatic,
Surreal;
Encroaching Calamity,
In Darkness that Seals.
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~Morgan~
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Incredible Photo by: https://abookwormshaven.files.wordpress.com


Smouldering , darkly impessive.
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Why Thank You !! 🙂 Very much appreciate that 🙂
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Delightfully spooky picture.
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Thank you Michelle 🙂 I agree…gives the shivers!
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Oh my! That IS an incredibly great photo–naturally evoked your expertly shadowed lines!
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🙂 Thank You Delyn. I have this ‘thing’ for mists and fog…so evocative, I think. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I, too, have a fondness for mists and fog–they’re a cornucopia of poetry!
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