A dry leaf crackles as it chases the wind
Unseen, it calls me from the shadows
Suddenly, thunder roars and the following silence
frightens me much more
Fear is a cold stone within, a memory blooms
The pain of separation
There are no flowers in this most spiritless place
just my broken heart
and the soundless moon, recall your face
© Ann Bagnall

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