The crescent lifts her shadowy veil
and the sea is as deep as his eyes
Inside you are unwinding
yearning to be free
His soul calls softly
a touch, feather light
across your lips
His presence fades
and the rain keeps dripping
one hour into another
©Ann Bagnall

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