24th February 2016.




Last wish.

Laying in my grave
Makes me restless I suppose;
The leaves keep falling -


It is probably
The only conversation
I will have to hold.


And so please, the breeze
Keep shaking that Sorbus tree;
I just need those words
Before I leave.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-02-24 at 23:56

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shells
This is just beautiful, that's all I can say, bookmarked.
2016-02-25