Broken Like Blossoms


Broken Like Blossoms

The sorrowful cry

Of a lonely bird

Floats in on the wind

And I am broken

Like blossoms

That fall softly

Through my fingers

Like moonlight

Flowing over me

Intangible

Like glimpses of dreams

That cannot be held

Each burning out their time

Waves of grief

Break over me

And alone again

I am sadly

Adrift

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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