Thoughts of you haunt me
everything brings you to me
the blue winter sky
branches reaching for heaven
arms ever empty
trees dripping cold morning dew
into pools of tears
the blossoms still lingering
so sweetly alone
a grey mist is rolling in
and I can’t see you anywhere
© Ann Bagnall

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