Like Whispers In the Grass

…it was our time to fall

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You were only mine
within a waking dream
strand by silver strand
by the ever-watchful moon

was ever my light
and we were like the blossoms
of endless night
that kissed
and flew apart

to fly as if on broken wings
and then
crushed by shadows
it was our time to fall

like ash upon meadows
and to fade
like whispers in the grass

© Ann Bagnall

** A poem from my book ‘Time Is Not Just Clocks or Ticks and Tocks’ published on Amazon**

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