Time still carries your whispers
and in the darkness they drift back to me
in seemingly relentless tides
but your voice is strangely silent tonight
yet your essence still clings to me
thoughts flow like silk in these black waters
wheeling shadows surround me
as the lonely wind is sighing by
memories sweeping me away
© Ann Bagnall

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