A body - the brainstorm trigger of all the inhabitants that drown, and die. Revenge shouts here. - 06 November 2005
and the body well obscured.
Relentless to the current,
A live wire of thieves,
Crashing down.
Piercing down to coral,
The water changed colour,
And the pale waters no longer.
Swept with your memories,
A garbage man
Killing.
But one fine eve,
The inhabitants will run north,
And leave the current calm, open.
The steps of nature opened the disease of winter,
leaving the body.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-06 at 15:57
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Ashes to dust.
The rivers kept the waves humid,and the body well obscured.
Relentless to the current,
A live wire of thieves,
Crashing down.
Piercing down to coral,
The water changed colour,
And the pale waters no longer.
Swept with your memories,
A garbage man
Killing.
But one fine eve,
The inhabitants will run north,
And leave the current calm, open.
The steps of nature opened the disease of winter,
leaving the body.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 1112 times
Written on 2005-11-06 at 15:57
Tags Dark Truth Deep
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