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I Feel

…like a whisper

Image: ‘Sunrise Over Vermillion Lake’ by Arpan Das

These days of melancholy
time seems like winter
pale and cold
and still
absolutely still

in the pale hues of morning
I feel like a whisper
silent
gone unnoticed

my aliferous dreams
their soft wings
silently beating
in time with my heart

circling
the final shadows
of the night
bleeding
into the dawning
and drifting away
like a sigh

© Ann Bagnall