This dream is familiar
unaware that I sleep
I hear blossoms
whispering as they fall
weeping joyfully
I am reaching into you
then suddenly I see
my hands are empty
and shadows again fall on me
abandoned over and over
my heart broken
sorrow flows softly
© Ann Bagnall

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