Drifting

by Morgan

drifting

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Drifting

In the Contemplation

Of things unsaid

Of Whispers unheard

Lifting

In the Combination

Of Gentle Zephyrs

And Melodious Words

Sifting

Through the Memories

Of things once Spoken

Once shared, now gone

Shifting

Light through barren boughs

As Words now spoken

Sweetly Sing

And Rouse

The Drifting Memory

Of things once done

Now long apast

In the setting sun.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on shutterstock.com   Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original photographer.  Thank You~

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