Let my love in slumber drift
like the autumn leaves on a gentle wind
like a summer mist rolling over and over
or like a star lost within a cloud
a breeze in search of a fragrance
rushing forth on a turbulent sea
on the wings of a dream
let him sail on to me
© Ann Bagnall
2014

 

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