Elusive secrets
hidden so deep
in the moonlight
the droning
of indistinct voices
in the darkness
memories stirred
by a soft returning
revisiting graves
in a sanctified hush
a muted unwinding
of wordless whispers
filling me up
to overflowing
and the truth
needs no revealing
© Ann Bagnall

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