Have you no colour within your dreams?

Nothing left within to give?

Has loneliness settled upon your winter worn soul?

Feelings of emptiness, yourself forgotten

Adrift in the wind, afraid to find an anchor

Your heart, yearning to be filled

Do you crave the love that makes you wait

Day after day for the one who will never come?

This, this is the greatest of all mistakes

© Ann Bagnall

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