Whiling the hours away
the slow fall from grace
forever, a moment
an hour, a day
fading into the void of night
my small light of hope
dancing in the wind
a slow burning candle
in my sea of darkness
filling my empty spaces
you are the key to every lock
broken again
I still long for your touch
the things unsaid still whisper
yet the silence
speaks louder than words
© Ann Bagnall

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