You took my heart
But there is a fire still
A slow burn
And my soul is like a thirsty desert
Touched by the bloom of flowers after rain
Love comes like a whispered question
And I will hear an answer
On the wind
© Ann Bagnall
You took my heart
But there is a fire still
A slow burn
And my soul is like a thirsty desert
Touched by the bloom of flowers after rain
Love comes like a whispered question
And I will hear an answer
On the wind
© Ann Bagnall