Once more I am lost
loneliness stretches her wings
and covers the sun
folds them softly over me
memories haunt me
like countless fragrant blossoms
painful and lovely
fragile like glass they shatter
the wounds familiar
I sail on a sea of pain
the waves rise and fall
black and so overwhelming
the dark scars of love
© Ann Bagnall

 

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