The night blooms
a sleepy fragrance
rises slowly
in the quiet hours
out of the black ice of night
without warning
dreams blossom
flooding out in silence
scattered and haunting
then slowly fading away
into the harsh
and unforgiving
light of day
© Ann Bagnall

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