Choka – Loss (Times Sows Seeds of Loss)
You linger my love
Seasons turn relentlessly
Long after the end
I am forever restless
The clock is weary
Her arms outstretched in despair
Climbing her pale face
Marking off the endless hours
Over and over
In endless repetition
And dragging desolation
Time sows constant seeds of loss
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
That’s nice – I do have to ask you a question?
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Thanks 🙂 Not sure what you mean about asking a question?
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