Come the Spring
The hours seem to pass so slowly
I had a story
I carried it deep within my heart
How many dawns have now become dusk?
The days they pass by like clouds
And I find myself full of emptiness
Suddenly in the middle of winter
Colourless
The snow is falling so slowly
Yet in the beauty of this immeasurable silence
I hear you whisper
The sky has become violet
Weeping stars of dreams
I hear the echo of voices
I hear the thunder
Of memory and rain
And then how gently time stops
I have become a petal
Cast upon the gentle breeze
And I know come the spring
You will find me
Once again
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
Bravo!!
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Thank you! I feel I should curtsy! 🙂
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