Though Shatters of Silence resound
with the Clangor of tympanic Resonance;
My Thoughts are fixed, Entranced upon You
through the Melancholy Dissonance.
Happenstance stands on the Precipice,
Waiting on Decision’s final Charade,
But Plans well laid, Unfaltering Tempt
And I Follow through the Dizzying Parade.
~Morgan~
Love this…I was able to read into so much more than you wrote.
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I love when poetry speaks multiple languages 😊
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