
These are not tears love
but raindrops trailing my cheeks
the wind stings my eyes
cuts through me like a cold knife
winter weighs heavy
from the last light to dawn’s call
your absence troubles me still
© Ann Bagnall
These are not tears love
but raindrops trailing my cheeks
the wind stings my eyes
cuts through me like a cold knife
winter weighs heavy
from the last light to dawn’s call
your absence troubles me still
© Ann Bagnall
Annie your poem touches the heart as much as this picture does
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Thank you Somali 🙂
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