Poetry Clips – Morning Song From A Blushing River (Restless Under the Moon)


Under the moon

Dawn creeps in

Through the windows of night

A morning song

From a bashful river

Echoes on the breeze

Like the sighing

Of numberless blades of grass

Turning from the darkness

To the light

© Ann Bagnall

Inspired by a Twitter prompt #BlackDahliaProse

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