whispered about
achingly beautiful
The hand of time
melted the ice
uncovered the frozen
gleaming patterns
Blue beckoned us
to go
with the morning light
To walk down the paths
beyond the sky
Green, the memories
came trickling home
Everything revealing
© Ann Bagnall

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