…from some uncertain place
The wind in mournful cadence moans
and consumes all other sounds
thunder rumbles gently
the sound reaches me
but my mind is elsewhere
my thoughts are so loud
a storm of memories and visions
your soul calls to me
from some uncertain place
sweeping me away
like a river after a dream
that has gone tumbling
across the midnight sky
© Ann Bagnall
*applause* Loved each line on this one! – Cezane
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