The wind is whispering
across the twilight sky
and clouds are drifting
embroidering the shadows
in soft violet hues
tendrils of vines
reaching skyward
twisting towards the night
you are the sea of my desire
where I am drowning
in the gentle waves
my soul drenched
and quietly sighing
© Ann Bagnall

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