I am a wild rose
floating at the water’s edge
blossoming in futility
you are the errant breeze
rippling like waves
over the river of my desire
alone in the fragrance of night
your presence lingers
it will never be the same
a tear falls slowly
and shatters the glass
in the frame
©Ann Bagnall

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