In my unquiet slumber
the silken blossoms of memory
awaken in waves
night blooming flowers
that ebb and flow
softly pink on the dark ocean
fragments of a dream
floating silently downwards
like clouds of cherry blossoms
or roses, fragrant and beautiful
falling petal by fragile petal
just out of reach
to vanish as I sleep
© Ann Bagnall
2015

 

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    1. Thank you – I write a lot in short periods and publish over longer ones – I feel I am due for new inspiration soon and look forward to losing myself in new writing soon!

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