Like the breath
of butterflies
Our aliferous hours
softly escaping
into the trackless reaches
of the sublime
Every tick of the clock
another crack
in the mirror of time
The leaves are falling
in the autumn of my heart
and I hear the winter wind
whispering to me
as your hand slips
from mine
© Ann Bagnall

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