Night birds cry into darkness
Sorrow flutters like a shadow spilling over me
My soul draped in mourning silk
it weighs heavy
Like a still fall of fresh snow
It clings to me, the cold
Whispering soft as your sigh
over and over
In the rolling tides of loss
© Ann Bagnall

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