It is quiet here
and the blossoms of darkness
are all around
blending into deepening shades
of night
the moon is blooming
and the stars
unseen in the silence
fragrance drifting
soon to be lost
memories fading
like a candle in the wind
and we stand forlorn
in the ashes
with a sadness
we could never have imagined
© Ann Bagnall

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