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Originally posted on BooknVolume: Love Blossoms, Touches, Reaches, And Transforms Forever, The Heart that Opens To Its Tenderness. ? ? ~Morgan~

Originally posted on Working Title Blogspot: Friday in the morning mistThinking of the ones I’ve kissedThose who walked a step aheadYet in my life were shining threadsThose I’ve loved and somehow lostWho found the bridge and walked acrossReminding me that, though life endsAcross the stream I’ll find my friends Jane Jago

Originally posted on House of Heart: The sun is slipping down the horizon. An echelon of wild geese gather above. I follow grey wings into the storm. My arms are branches of trees and you are my nourishment, cut me down to a boat. My spine a sturdy keel , my hair unfurled sails. A…

Originally posted on BooknVolume: Tears, My Love, In this Loneliest Hour, In Longing for You. In Solitude. Alone. ? ~Morgan~ . . . Photograph found at: http://www.fanpop.com

Originally posted on Photography Art Plus: Photography Art Plus View original post

Originally posted on BooknVolume: Love Blossoms, Touches, Reaches, And Transforms Forever, The Heart that Opens To Its Tenderness. ? ? ~Morgan~

Originally posted on Working Title Blogspot: Friday in the morning mistThinking of the ones I’ve kissedThose who walked a step aheadYet in my life were shining threadsThose I’ve loved and somehow lostWho found the bridge and walked acrossReminding me that, though life endsAcross the stream I’ll find my friends Jane Jago

Originally posted on House of Heart: The sun is slipping down the horizon. An echelon of wild geese gather above. I follow grey wings into the storm. My arms are branches of trees and you are my nourishment, cut me down to a boat. My spine a sturdy keel , my hair unfurled sails. A…

Originally posted on BooknVolume: Tears, My Love, In this Loneliest Hour, In Longing for You. In Solitude. Alone. ? ~Morgan~ . . . Photograph found at: http://www.fanpop.com