Poetry Clips – Whisper My Name (The Hours Pass Slowly)


The hours pass slowly

Like sand through an hourglass

Slipping softly away

In the darkness I am falling

Like the nightingale

Broken hearted

My soul keeps calling

Into the echoing night

Entreating you

Over and over

To whisper my name

© Ann Bagnall

Inspired by a writing prompt on Twitter from @FromOneLine

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