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Time Sows

…constant seeds of loss

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You linger my love
seasons turn relentlessly

long after the end
I am forever restless

the clock is weary
her arms outstretched in despair

climbing her pale face
marking off the endless hours

over and over
in endless repetition
time sows constant seeds of loss

© Ann Bagnall