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Oh Most Welcome Love
How the hours have spilled in soundless percussion
Amid the flickering candlelight of my Vigil;
How the indigo of velvet midnight paled in dreary gray
Amongst the whispering tides of my Dreams;
How the Radiant luster of shimmering daytide fell in hollow, vacuous pools
Within the echoing wasteland of my Expectation
Awaiting You,
Oh Most Welcome Love!
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~Morgan~
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The wait..you write it so well, Morgan. Xo
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๐ I spent enough time experiencing it. sigh…. Thanks so much Audrey. Sorry I haven’t been round much. Work has been insane the past month or so, keeping me occupied …darn it! Hope to be back in force soon!
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