Our fortitude.
Be it upon the lightening marbled skies
Or the veiled mists holding onto the sun;
The inspiration painted into today.
Perhaps it is in the sleeping smile of a child
Or your tears weeping for the dawn;
A fear of being held in the silent storm.
It could even be in the glaring memory
That only whispers to you as you fall;
In the gallantry you cling to as you stand.
Find it in the words scattered on the street -
A faint principle you have grasped;
Poetry that finished before it could start.
Or you could just take it from each and every beat
Of my loving heart.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-07-27 at 18:28
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