Darkness slips away beyond reach
its last fragile threads
bleeding softly into the horizon
like the tendrils of a fading dream
a soft breeze caresses me
as the stars retreat from the light
tentative birdsong echoes all around
and I am drowning
in the symphony of morning
© Ann Bagnall

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