Choka – Loss (Smoke in the Wind)
Like smoke in the wind
Memories are scattered now
Wispy visions form
At first glance familiar
Stirring old feelings
And I can almost reach them
With my outstretched hand
But with sudden dread
And lonely desperation
I see them shifting
Rippled across the surface
Once peaceful and clear
Stones of doubt fall heavily
And carry my thoughts from me
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
Superb!
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