Dawn bleeds across the fleeing night
pearlescent streams into darkness
a curtain of light falls gracefully
gently erasing the desperate hours
and the morning breeze
whispers everywhere
the breath of angels
a rippling of silk
a trembling querulous song
rising against the darkness
and my heart, once broken
now aches to fly
© Ann Bagnall

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