Whispering winds weave through the night
leaves rustle in soft moonlight
a song of the ancient past
echoes faint, fading from sight
shadows dance in silvered glow
footsteps of the unseen flow
the rhythm of life and death
where the dark and light both show
© Ann Bagnall 

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