You walk with me
as we did
in the beginning
here where no-one
ever stays
close to my heart
on the fringes of the day
the edges dreams
are closer
than memories
softer than a kiss
the secrets of my soul
poetry written
by the wind
carried on the whispers
of evening
© Ann Bagnall


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