Your soul calls to me softly
from far away
I feel the trace of a touch
upon my cheek
light as a feather
inside I am unwinding
and the rain keeps dripping
one hour into another
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
Your soul calls to me softly
from far away
I feel the trace of a touch
upon my cheek
light as a feather
inside I am unwinding
and the rain keeps dripping
one hour into another
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 