Poetry Clips – Wither (Whispers Linger)


In my dreams

Gardens

Of withered rose

And crumbling stone

There are no flowers

No falling leaves

Shadows move

Across my mind

Memories are haunting

Whispers linger

In the air

Like the remembered sigh

Of one who is not there

© Ann Bagnall

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