Spiritual bouquet.
The yellow of an ocean has now gone,I've seen that new colour when the day is done,
To the eve as it started, wanting to stay,
My sweet-hearted flame is out today.
The sister of brotherhood, the loneliness of man,
Nature craves the escapade of gods master plan,
In crimson distant clouds believing in fate,
I might just believe in it but not in that state.
On that musky day that we did see,
All the children playing in a mid-summer breeze.
On light of every person trying too hard,
Wanting to take part on a lonely boulevard.
The space between shadows that mourn in the day,
Grieving with attitude but still at play,
And I wouldn't lie to you, my spiritual bouquet.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-11-22 at 16:45
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