Images of you, imperceptibly fading
Everything I touch is so far away
yet closer than that
But in my sorrow
our love is still a thing of beauty
Its gilded filigree
like infinite tendrils of fate
Winding softly
Around the boundaries of time
© Ann Bagnall

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