I think of cliffs and crumbling stone
Of moon drenched seas and fragrant breeze
Of wine and kisses, your hand in mine
Of cobwebs, grief and memories
They call to me these ghosts of mine
Our sweet melodies, now threnodies
Still lingering beyond their time
© Ann Bagnall

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