Choka – Dreams (I Hear Them Passing Me)
I hear a silence
Drowning out the sighing trees
It speaks of lost dreams
And I hear them passing me
The moon sighs silver
And stars fall like summer rain
If I close my eyes
They rise from burning ashes
I can see them once again
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
fascinating and elegant…
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Thanks 🙂
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Ann, your words consistently calm and instill upon the imagination a sense of wonder. I have been away too long.
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Thank you Don – very kind! The beauty of blogs though – come and go as you please and it’s all still there later!
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