Choka – Loss (Your Memory Calls Unseen)
My heart is broken
Spilling crimson into night
The moon is distant
Yet eternally present
I hear your sweet song
From the arches of heaven
But then the wind comes
And carries your voice away
Your memory calls unseen
© Ann Bagnall 2015
Annie's Poetry 
I understand and relate to your poem…warm regards…Karen
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Thanks Karen 🙂
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I love the image and the blending of your words…another gem!
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Thanks for all your lovely comments Wendell! 🙂
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My words alone do not do justice…the spirit alive within your words always touch my spirit and easily inspires me within! Thanks for the treasure bliss that each visit plants within me! You are awesome! Hugs and blessings dear sister!
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Thank you Wendell – it is such a wonderful thing to know that you get inspiration from my words and in a small way they brighten your day! 🙂
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