My Constant Yearning

The deep mysteries of poetry, the alchemy of the heart

Rivers of words flow unseen, entwined, between the lines

Read in the empty space that lingers, my words, dancing in the ebb

Ghosts, and hopes unread, unseen, echoing, in darkness

My silent serenades, my constant yearning, traces of you

© Ann Bagnall

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