Poetry Clips – Before (This Place Of Shadows)


In the fragile silence

Stars tremble

The wind whispers and weeps

It is cold here

In this place of shadows

And yet there is the soft warm scent

Of dew and jasmine and wet earth

From the tattered remnants

Of time passed long before

© Ann Bagnall

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