Micropoetry – Stolen (9)


Micropoetry – Stolen (9)

Ancient whispers drift

The tide tugs unseen

Wind

Crying

Has stolen my breath

From me

Cold suddenly

Just a glimpse

Of eternity

© Ann Bagnall 2015

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