You walk with me
as we did in the beginning
here where no-one ever stays
close to my heart
on the fringes of the day
the edges dreams
are closer than memories
softer than a kiss
the secrets of my soul
poetry written by the wind
carried on whispers of morning
© Ann Bagnall

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