Illusion (Mournful Echoes)


Like butterflies

Always out of reach

Wings trembling

Without a sound

Ever unaware

Of the constant presence

Of darkness

These are the scarlet flowers

Of my illusions

And they are beautiful

Sounding out of the shadows

Like the mournful echoes

Of you

© Ann Bagnall

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