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Echoes Mute and Transitory
Fleetingly Heard Upon the Breeze,
Mask of Interminable Silence,
As Moans Escape the Beguiling Seas
Of Shrouded Memory,
In Blithe Repose;
Heralding Midnight
With Ethereal Glows.
Pale Wanton Shroud,
Enigmatic,
Surreal;
Encroaching Calamity,
In Darkness that Seals.
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~Morgan~
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Incredible Photo by: https://abookwormshaven.files.wordpress.com
your poetry always brings such vivid imagery ❤
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Thank you SO Much Neha 🙂 That means a very great deal to me! 🙂
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I agree with forgottenmeadows. All Hallow’s Eve is getting the most inspiring poems.
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Thank You Very Much 🙂 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thanks Ever So 🙂
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You are very graciously welcome ever so.
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“the Beguiling Seas
Of Shrouded Memory”
My dear, only you could come up with a line like that, Such a picture you have painted. I love this poem.
Are you dressing up on Halloween?
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🙂 🙂 🙂 Oh you make me Smile 🙂
I hadn’t thought about it really. We might be dressing up for work, in which case I don’t know what I’ll do though I have a few stand bys that I can use (pinning sponges to my clothes and saying Im Self Absorbed. or putting a knife through a cereal box and saying Im a cereal killer) LOL
you?
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LOL I love your costumes!
No costume, just a Halloween shirt. I’m going to Josie’s pre-school for their Halloween party and then end the evening to Ryan and Megan’s for dinner and trick or treating with Josie.
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🙂 Sounds like a great time! 🙂
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Pic draws you in…
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🙂 It did me 🙂 Thanks so much for visiting!
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