Poetry Clips – Hold – Part 1 (Season Of Sighs)


Winter has a hold on me

The last withered leaves

Dance and swirl

In denial of their pain

This season of sighs

With its cold fingers

Seeks to remind me

Where I lost myself

Yearning to escape reality

In a fleeting dream

© Ann Bagnall

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