Falling Apart


Falling Apart

Of all the things that touch me

Moonlight most tortures the soul

Not wind, nor transient moods

But dark, fragrant thoughts

That bloom unseen

Pictures in pastels

The shadow glow of indigo

They sift through the mind

Filling a single moment

Undiluted desires

Blossom in this hour

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

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