Devil to dance.
A devil to dance,Fireflies scattered in view.
Feathers of ashes,
Let's start anew.
Time doesn't pass,
Yet behind bars,
It's good to know,
I'll miss you today,
Tomorrow,
With miles of heart.
And I think;
An early delay.
Usually I wake,
For my tears to break.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-06-07 at 10:50




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