3rd September 2015!




With sorrow.

Please my little swallow,
Let me fly with you;
Take me upon a summers morning.
Perhaps if I sing with sorrow,
My troubles will drift away too.
Steady my unsettled heart,
Let me take to the sky -
And watch me fly away.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2015-09-03 at 17:49

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Ivan R
This is beautiful ... sad, yes, but more like melancholic ... which blends laughter and sadness into an alchemical solution*
2015-09-05