Apart we drift in our unseen rivers
Sorrow weaving so black the threads wither
In voids between shivers shadows flicker
Darkness barely broken moonlit slivers
Silver echoes awake dormant mirrors
Across rippled surface something whispers
Fragile from edge to edge yet still lingers
© Ann Bagnall

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