The cold liquid sky runs like a river
clouds splashed
through twisting deep blue
echoes of laughter
the wind rings the air with ice
within the shadows
pale and empty arms
eyes fathoms deep
and the night slides silently
over the slowly bleeding horizon

© Ann Bagnall

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