Moonlight drifts
in silken cascades
all I see and all I seek
is you my love
like the cherry’s branches
my arms are empty
although the blossoms
are long scattered
a soft fragrance fills the air
and I am lost in it
unravelling like a silken sail
across an empty sky
sweet surrender
your memory ever lingers
an exquisite pain
© Ann Bagnall

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