Inside my empty walls, white in the shadows I see
willows unearth themselves, broken and reaching for me
pale leaves rippling in silence, painted by unseen moonlight
vast the distance between us, yet in the darkness I see
distortions of illusion and colour, reflections and echoes of me
©Ann Bagnall

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