When ‘last the Light Escapes night drear,
Tis then Morn’ Stands upon the Mountain
And Jocund Day Waits, tiptoe, for Intent;
While Promise ‘pends upon the Balance.
When Yore consumes the Unsullied year
With rash and tainted Fervor,
‘Tis then foreboding haunts the darkness
And Muses Wait upon the Morrow.
When Twilight ‘parts with Fleeting shadow
And dark descends like the Immortal cowl,
Then my Soul Sighs Deep and Long
For the loss of all it once Held Dear.
~Morgan~
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Thank you for sharing John 😊
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😊You are very graciously welcome.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much ☺☺☺
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“Then my Soul Sighs Deep and Long
For the loss of all it once Held Dear.”
Spiritual Nostalgia!
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🙂 Glad you liked it 🙂
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So delighted you liked it 🙂 Thanks Ever so 🙂
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that moon picture – divine
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Beautiful 🙏💐
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Thank you so very much 😊😊😊
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