Poetry Clips – Hold – Part 1 (The Earth Whispers Your Name)

Dreams hold me here

Music drifts on the moonlight

The ghost of your touch

Upon my shoulder lingers


The earth whispers your name

And a day must always end now

With the brush stroke of your smile

© Ann Bagnall

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