Hopefully I can emit emotion. I was depressed, yet life still lit the candle for me to see with. - 18th March 2011.
Crying window.
Horizon - the vestige of whom is shown,
Please, just leave me alone,
Yet nothing but reflected pride.
What be the weather in which I stride?
Fully opaque, though no voice inclined
For thats His sake, and not mine.
Solemn neighbour, please walk in line.
And rain spread in the end,
The shards of the illusive friend.
Crying windows trying to ajar,
But defeated to get that far.
Sombre, the modern celtic;
Whisper a draft of authentics,
A heaven born for the eccentric.
Failed in the aeon of love,
The silver shine of a severed dove.
Crying windows, weep and close,
Blue crystal rivers and a raindrop rose.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-03-18 at 23:32
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