You linger still
but even in sorrow fragile beauty abounds
darkness retreats for precious moments
in the fragrance of night
the whispers of fallen leaves
the songs of wind and rain
then once more you are gone
just a memory slowly fading
silvered clouds awash in moonlight
I just see your face
©Ann Bagnall
2016

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