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Echoes

…on the breeze

Image: ‘Three Lit White Candles And Old Books’ by John Williams

I walk the halls
with all my ghosts

sorrow
has taken the stars from me

those ever burning candles
their last flames

now wither in the wind
leaving only shadows

and echoes
on the breeze

© Ann Bagnall