Futile dreams

chasing butterflies

ever out of reach

wings trembling

like a heart unaware

of the constant presence

of darkness

these are my scarlet flowers

my illusions

and they are beautiful

sounding out of the shadows

like the mournful echoes of you

© Ann Bagnall

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