Weariness circles my heart
everything is unravelling
darkness whispers my name
it was our time to fall
like ash upon meadows
mist stretches for miles
constantly moving in silence
it works upon the mind
thoughts of deeper things
soft clouds are creeping
slowly across the sky
and you are fading
like whispers in the grass
© Ann Bagnall

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