Meandering down dark pathways
where in the emptiness I hear
the echoes of the songs of your soul
in the moment they bring you back to me
like beautiful blossoms in ethereal dreams
I see our shadows in silhouette
drifting hand in hand across darkness
held fast in the moment
an achingly beautiful, impossible illusion
but my heart will never really let you go
© Ann Bagnall

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