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Sing Softly Oh my Sighing Soul,
Though Tempests Howl and Round you Blow,
Tossed upon the Thrashing Sea,
Sing Softly in the Vast Beauty,
Through the Raging Waters of Fear,
Past the Mammoth Monster’s Leer,
Sing Softly in the Silence, Still,
Sing when the Demon’s Cry is Shrill,
Above the Dashing, Chaffing Brine,
Sing Softly My Soul, O Loving Shrine,
Beyond the Mortal Fear and Hate,
Never Shrinking at Hell’s Gate,
Sing Softly Oh my Sighing Soul,
Though the Tempests round may, Ever, Blow.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Igor Zenin
Bravo!! An exquisitely beautiful poem… so very eloquent…❤️
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🙂 You are too kind 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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soft and exquisite.
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So beautiful, Cynthia. It reminds me of a bedtime song for children – but in the more classical tradition that had a few haunting elements as well as the peaceful ones.
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🙂 Thats wonderful 🙂 thanks so much!!
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