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 Aug 2018 Morgana
Melissa S
Dream of me
I am real...
I am where smiles are made
and tears fade away
Where hope springs forth
Away from the darkness
of the earth

I am the glow of the moon
and all the stars in the sky
those who seek the light
shall have me as their guide

I am the red bird or butterfly you see
Just keep your eyes open... to find me
I am where tomorrow is coming
and hope always holds on
My darling
I am never truly gone....❤
I have been dreaming of my mother lately and do not want to wake up because it feels so real and I miss her so. I wrote this from her perspective writing to me
Meet me in that place
   where the clouds
                    greet the trees,
   where swaying
             canopies
                        sprinkle
                  dancing
                         moonlight
                         on dark shadowy dreams.
That beautiful place
              of shining light
                     and ever loving grace,
              that place free from fear
                     filled with
                              peace and love,
                                      within
                                skies
                              of  eternity
                                     that never end……
Far away from the hum-drum
                                     of life,
                     far from the place
                          where anger and hate
                            cut you like a knife.
That place where the stars
            sing sweet songs of love
               where the sun and the moon
                      dance passionately above.
Meet me under that big willow tree
            shaded by
                         hope
                             and
                                love,
that place
           that was always meant
                          for us to be free.
That place for you and me....
 Aug 2018 Morgana
Traveler
What more could make
Passion spark
Than her naked body
In the park
In the tent
Under those trees
Nature sets
A desire free

In the shallow of the river
The receiver becomes the giver
Cooling in the rapid flow
Nature rushing
Through our souls

Life is but a dream
Holding on as long as we can
May the cycle never ends
...................
Traveler Tim
 Aug 2018 Morgana
Edmund black
She’s
a
Beautiful          piece
Of  
                  broken
roses

One        thing        I’ve        come        to
  Observed   A   Rose  flowering   Plant
Always    Grows  back     Stronger
Blossoms Evermore  Beautifully
Regardless How many
Times   It  has been
Step  
On  
Or  
S  
  C    
  O  
    R  
          E  
                 D
In Case  No One Told You Today.... You’re A Rose ... You’re Loved!
 Aug 2018 Morgana
sunprincess
So I traveled to a curious shop, so quaint
At the farthest corner of the earth
Where they shop, genteel ladies that faint,
And then swoon at the drop of a hat

Upon arrival I turned the brass handle
Opened the door and peered inside
The place was well-lit by a single candle
Suddenly the door swung open wide

And yes, I was met by a charming smile
"It's a lovely day is it not, little miss?
Come my dear, shop, and stay a while"
Then whoosh! A long black cape!

Candle flickered, room became breezy
As dark shadows danced in corners
And strangely I began to feel uneasy
As I asked for Fiction and Fable
 Aug 2018 Morgana
wordvango
blessed
 Aug 2018 Morgana
wordvango
are we and the grass and trees
ennobled graced gifted are we
the thriving warrior's
worker ants enrichers feeding the
throng
as we strive daily along
sniffing a scent we get in
our minds a nirvana a heaven if we just
keep on
and we wax and wane in lyrical bliss
tired to the bone whipped
just to hear a song of hope or
love or perpetual peace,
and as we stay the course for
the eternity as it ticks
we are blessed to breathe to be
a part of the chorus
a melody we all make buzzing like bees
a song once did escape the numerous
that sung so rare it made a song
like a bee and an ant on a pine cone
in the forest.
For that,
I hum.

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