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Adrift

…on a sighing wind

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I hear those same words
adrift on a sighing wind

whispered like before
my heart again in turmoil

the leaves fall silent
and once more I let it pass

painful memories
the deep ache of loneliness

only the moon knows
my tears falling, falling now
as you drift further away

© Ann Bagnall