The morning slumbers

Dew gently dripping down

From the last of the fading stars

Like sparkling teardrops

That shiver on the stones below

A breeze rushes past me

I am caught between earth and sky

The dream of you won’t leave me

And the night calls me still

© Ann Bagnall

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