The thin lines
between reflections
more fragile than glass
A pale ghost blooming
in the shadows
Sorrow breathing softly
to the tune of your heart
Unfolding, retracting
unwinding
A momentary lapse
buried in the light
Music continues in the silence
A song of ice
Cold windows and dark mirrors
The deep wells of the heart
© Ann Bagnall

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