Newfound Love.
Blood signature of sun,Thrown into motive
Of a sharp one, nameless,
But recovered to live.
Hacking problem child,
To black and white,
Slight run that began to give,
And hit eyes of masonry.
Windows a' hazy silver,
Fixed with morning glow,
Calling of fire for the hearts around me.
Tomorrow.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-11-11 at 14:31
Tags Love  Recovery 
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