The Mirage of Hours – NaPoWriMo

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Hush the Tide of Silver Whispers

Tracing my Memory from Depths Unknown,

Quiet the Echoes of Velvet Thunder

From darkness through which the Stars

Might have shown,

Brilliance Bending from heights unscaled

Into tepid waters, fraught with fear,

Stilling the Silence that spins and sifts

Through these Acres of thoughts,

Far and Near,

As Time Spans backwards,

And Light Unravels

Moonlight slipping from Nighttide

Like gravel through the Endless glass,

Like waves upon a sea of grass,

Shaping,

Blending,

The Mirage of Hours

From decay to Fragrant Blossoming Flowers.

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~Morgan~

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