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Sorrow

…in her soft refrain

Image: ‘Silver Moon’ by by Osnat Tzadok

In the velvet night
a melancholy moon
looks on from on high
spilling her silver

the wind in the trees
lonely
sings like rain
I sense there is sorrow
in her soft refrain

© Ann Bagnall