Poetry Clips – Hold – Part 1 (Colour Is Drifting)


Under this soft moon

Fireflies glow like stars

Shadows are dancing entwined

Colour is drifting

There is the fragrance

Of blossoms

I hold my breath

As darkness falls on me

The gates of heaven open

And the wind takes me away

© Ann Bagnall

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