On the crest of night
a secret meeting
shadows mark the hours
rain that comes and goes
a ruined wall, the lace of leaves
a cherry blossom floats idly free
a creaking floor, coloured silk
the reflection of someone
a burning ember falls
the candle fades and I must leave
© Ann Bagnall

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