The Soiree

by Morgan

Soiree

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Even as the last hues of diminishing day fall silent in the hush of twilight,


trepidation dances with delicious anticipation.  Shadows lengthen into
velvet darkness as the bluster of rush and hurry scurrying from the daylight
stretches out against the cool shadows to sigh.  Midnight flutes serenade the sparkling hours of night as billows of possibility mingle with whispers of dreams like lovers dallying amid the soiree, kissing the sweet honeyed nighttide before Apollo stirs.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photo discovered at Nightscape Photos.com  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You

3 Comments to “The Soiree”

  1. I love the way you have fluted with words here. Old emotions got a new form, for me. This is a silent soothing soiree, unlike any other soiree I have been a part of. Cheers. 🙂

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