Moonlight drifts
a silken cascade
the branches are empty
blossoms long scattered
the soft fragrance of roses
fills the air, and I am lost in it
unravelling like a sail
across an empty sky
such sweet surrender
your memory ever lingers
an ever exquisite pain
© Ann Bagnall

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