The sea drifts unseeingly
surrendering in quiet whispers
until the chimes mark the hours
now the cold is seeping in
my heart is beating faster
that the ever-ticking clock
drowning in memories of you
melancholy fills me up
and I am cloaked in shades of grey
© Ann Bagnall 

 

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