Falling leaves

The heady scent of honeysuckle

and the soft fragrance of roses, drifting

The day yielding to evening now

You are all I am waiting for

I see your face, it haunts my dreams

and like the heavens poured out

I am melting under the moon

© Ann Bagnall

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