The night
is at its most beautiful
gently mantled
in the soft veils of moonlight
whispering like a silent symphony
as unseen blossoms
scattered on dark silk
await their time to fall
the quiet softness
almost to lovely to endure
and in my heart I know
that you are somewhere near
© Ann Bagnall

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