Night blooms
and in my longing
I feel you as myself
like a smothered spark
aching to leap back into light
or a moth
scorched by its own desire
you are somewhere
out there in the dark
winter deep within my heart
a door has closed
another opened
and the only the dreams
remain
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 
Do you also take these photographs? They are very effective.
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I have several subscriptions with Adobe and have access to thousands of images which is wonderful because it helps me keep the three poems a day aligned – sometimes I spend more time on the images than the poems though!
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