…passing from illusion to illusion
Autumn leaves
each landing with such elegance
that none are heard to rustle
in fields of flowers
footprints fill with rain
and yet are also filled with emptiness
dwindling daylight
each blossom drifts off to slumber
and disappears into the night
one fragile moth floating
starved for colour and light
passing from illusion to illusion
the flow of moments
a flash of lightning rends the night
and always the darkness is waiting
shadows fall upon the earth
the moon in eclipse
reveals the galaxy
light falls from the sky
stars like scattered dust
so many tiny echoes remain
Ā© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 
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Loved your poems and posts š
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Thank you for all your kind comments – much appreciated! š
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I was reading and daydreaming, and I came upon you and your words gave life to my daydream. You are a wonderful beautiful spirit who makes a moment sing of the happiness it has to share. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you Annie! Hugs!
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Happy Christmas and New Year to you too Wendell and stay safe!
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