Poetry Clips – Whisper My Name (In The Soft Hours)


Night swims

With memories

Music drifting

In from the moon

I feel you near

My heart drawn

To a beckoning door

I hear your voice

Whisper my name

Dark silent places

Beckon once more

And in the soft hours

Blossoms of pain

Fall like rain

© Ann Bagnall

Inspired by a writing prompt on Twitter from @FromOneLine

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