A winter sun
elaborately latticed
through blossoms
another day without you my love
I can no longer see
your shadow pass
but the breeze shifts
so effortlessly
dreams floating freely
in empty space
now all that remains
are distant memories
and deathly flowers
blooming in darkness
where the devil waits
© Ann Bagnall

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