The sorrowful cry of a lonely bird
floats upon the breeze
I am broken like the blossoms
that fall softly through my fingers
moonlight is flowing over me
intangible
like glimpses of dreams
that cannot be held
each burning out their time
waves of grief break over me
and I am once more sadly adrift
© Ann Bagnall

 

 

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