It is quiet here
and the blossoms of the night
are all around
blending into deepening
shades of night
The moon is blooming silver
and the stars unseen in the silence
Fragrance drifting soon to be lost
Memories fading
like a candle in the wind
and we stand forlorn in the ashes
with a sadness
we could never have imagined
© Ann Bagnall

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