There is an eerie silence
the sweet scent of wildflowers
drifts softly in upon the wind
along with the dust of memories
it is always a soft refrain
and in the moment
it is poignantly beautiful
a serenade to all that is lost
and all that can never be found
© Ann Bagnall

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