Poetry Clips – Morning Song From A Blushing River (A Whispered Sigh)

A whispered sigh

Slipping away

In darkness

A yearning echo

Across a velvet night

Slow burning

It dies like a flame

The morning song

From a bashful river

Rises sweetly

A single

Lonely voice

Melting softly

Into the dawn

© Ann Bagnall

Inspired by a Twitter prompt #BlackDahliaProse

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