Uneasy night
restless leaves
One rose
that none may pluck
within my heart I hold
it intertwines
our aching souls
A frail twilight breeze
whispers a promise
It echoes between us
and the colours
of a sighing
are adrift
upon the wind
© Ann Bagnall

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