Life moves like water
falling darkly into itself
On the river of night
the slow drift of sorrow
ripples in all directions
Unfathomably deep
these waters contain me
The thread of you finds me
with empty hands
and seeks and answer
from my heart to yours
© Ann Bagnall

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