Choka – Loss (Marking The Hours Of Sadness)
A tiny bird calls
Marking the hours of sadness
All that I have lost
Flows around me like shadows
Twigs heavy with buds
Will soon begin to blossom
Their sweet scent haunts me
But like mist in the morning
All this must soon pass
The trees will shed their petals
My tears continue falling
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
Annie's Poetry 
Splendid scenery of Time..
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You’ve captured an emotion that is and will be shared by many this year.
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That was not what I was writing about at the time but on reflection yes – it does seem quite relevant to current times!
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