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Micropoetry – Listen (7)
Micropoetry – Listen The sky hangs heavy I listen to the dawn Flowing in On a curtain of mist And it drowns my view In veils Of crimson tears © Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2015....
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Mystery
Mystery The nagging ache of appetite The hunger for meaning Is but a reflection Of emptiness Formlessness, inward-turning Desires and delusion The scenery of life Immersion in illusion At the deepest...
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All The Colours I Have Known
All The Colours I Have Known Beginnings must be wrought From the shades of endings As in some ancient harmony The dying of the day Like a red rose That falls upon on its own reflection Between...
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The Breath of Angels
The Breath of Angels Dawn spills out Across the fleeing night Softly bleeding Pearlescent crimson streams Into the blackness This curtain of light Falls gracefully Gently erasing The desperate hours...
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Sedoka – Dawn (1)
Sedoka – Dawn (1) Dawn rises crimson Bleeding into fleeing night A low moon, golden, holds court Looks into my soul Leafless tree drips dark beauty Fills me, with sadness and joy © Ann Bagnall 2015
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Ever Free
Ever Free Dawn spills out From the fallen chalice of night A sky of rippled velvet Awash in tones of crimson Soft wheeling shadows Drifting Upon a shoreless sea That flows gently Ever free Away from me...
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