I hold the memory
Of his haunting face
His eyes so blue
My dreams are dust
Before the wind
And there is fragrance
On the breeze
© Ann Bagnall
Hold (Dreams Are Dust)
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
I hold the memory
Of his haunting face
His eyes so blue
My dreams are dust
Before the wind
And there is fragrance
On the breeze
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 