Dreams circled
like butterflies
Spring blew in on the breeze
I heard your footsteps
echoing from afar
Remembering our seasons
I saw your face reflected
in the pools of my tears
The darkness opened up
as I drifted from blossoms to ice
© Ann Bagnall

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