Tide of Morning, Call Unto Me,
Lifting my Spirit from the Realm of Unknown,
Bright Star of Daytide, Singing Sweetly,
Breaking the Spell of my Transitory Musings,
Drawing me back into Possibility.
Beckon me, then, into treachery,
Guide me through audacious perfidy,
A Single Candle in the galling darkness,
As dew Glistening in the Tide of Morning.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Flickr. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank you!


Loved this line ‘Breaking the Spell of my Transitory Musings’
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0:) I tend to have a lot of those 0:) Thanks Friend 🙂
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My pleasure.
PS Thanks for the Facebook group share. I was messing myself doing that. (Technical term that is).
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I try to share when I can…or when I remember to 😮
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Well, I’m very grateful.
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I am trying to share more in this new year 😉
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And I’m trying to let you 😉
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LOL
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
A great tide from a great lady named Morgan.
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Thank You again and again John 🙂
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You are very graciously welcome again and again, Morgan.🙂🙂
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