Poetry Clips – Hold – Part 1 (In The Lost And Lightless Places)

In my trembling hand

I hold your last letter

Dancing through the dust

In the lost and lightless places

My heart remains here

You are the flame of every candle

An ocean that roams ever free

And I feel the breeze of your passing here

© Ann Bagnall

Image: 'Dripping Wax Candles' by Denis Loebner
Image: ‘Dripping Wax Candles’ by Denis Loebner

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