After the storm
the heavens rumble
the cries
of mournful ghosts
you slip into my thoughts
I whisper to the wind
Where is my love?
silence is her answer
but she sends me flowers
drawing memories
bittersweet and bright
from the depths
of my despair
© Ann Bagnall

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