Beauty and joy
dying and pain
nothing left to grasp
beneath a pale moon
the night whispers
low and sweet
and speaks in silence
of unattainable peace
falling into the darkness
circling ever downward
into the waiting flames
the ashes shroud the light
now sorrow is calling
eternal threads
the flow of grace
I feel the breath of endings
© Ann Bagnall

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