Alone with our ghosts
violets exhale perfumed breath to the wind
roses blush, their velvet faces, like my heart
ever fading too early with the weather
from all directions the winds
bring petals of cherry and carry with them
fragile flowers of sweet memories

© Ann Bagnall

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