Poetry Clips – Rose/Roses (Slipping Through Our Fingers)

Falling gently

Into the past

Where wild roses

Once splashed

Their colours

On the night

The places we thought

Would be eternal

Are now

Like shifting sand

And shadows


Through our fingers

© Ann Bagnall

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