Poetry Clips – Morning Song From A Blushing River (Ghosts Of Memories)


Dark as smoke

Swirl around me

Like mist

Dancing to a morning song

From a blushing river

Soft flutterings

Of butterfly wings

Like ghosts of memories

And the lady moon

Is now slipping

Below the horizon

© Ann Bagnall

Inspired by a Twitter prompt #BlackDahliaProse

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