A broken promise
under the moon we parted
sorrow’s dark hollows
the soft breath of butterflies
in the whispers of the breeze

my heart knows the truth
the cold blossoms of the night
grease the wheels of grief
in the absence of echoes
birds now circle in silence
© Ann Bagnall

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