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Quietly She Whispers
Among the golden glaze
Of Richly Verdant Splendor
Painted with Autumn’s haze;
Softly She is Singing
‘Twixt interplay of shadow and Light,
A Diamante Rhapsody
Of non-verbal Delight.
Often you can hear Her
As she walks among the trees,
Her Auburn tresses fluttering
In the Vibrant, Lilting Breeze;
Yet, only when you Pause
Will you See her Smiles and Dancing;
Only when you truly Look
And are not merely Glancing.
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Day 5 of 365
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If you’d like to join this challenge, see the Original Post for details.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank you~
BooknVolume 
I love this, Morgan ♡
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Thanks my friend 🙂 As Unmotivated and Lack-luster Inspired I was yesterday, She must have been singing quite loudly for me to hear this 🙂
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PLEASE see the ability you have to send us to beautiful places where anything is possible. ♡
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🙂 🙂 🙂 You Bless me 🙂 🙂 🙂 Thank you for the reminder! ( I needed that)
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❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks ever so 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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