A desolate wind
a winding path
along an endless cliff
stones crumbling
and time feels too slow
the dream is now fading
becoming out of my reach
and out of my view
the questions remain
unanswered still
my heart is calling to you
but only the echoes reply
© Ann Bagnall

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