MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Broken
She stands all alone
in this place that was only theirs
clad in ghostly silk
she seems broken, like blossoms
or a fragile flame
almost burning out its time
she looks to heaven
trembling like smoke on the wind
down float the petals
beneath this bridge of sorrow
she weeps until tears are spent
© Ann Bagnall
