In my dreams
your lost soul calls to me
in the closeness of the dark
thunder rumbles gently
and the wind sobs
in mournful cadence
I see you, fleetingly
the pain in your eyes
gone for just a moment
as if you feel my heart
meeting yours upon the breeze
© Ann Bagnall

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