An eerie silence
where only memories echo
in front of me
an empty sheet
the things
that made me ache
rushing
through the night
thunder sounds
in the distance
soft like a murmur
the past is fading
you are melting away
yet I am flowering
in the rain
© Ann Bagnall

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