Rivulet of crystal.
Avidity mounts into spirited agony,A rivulet with crystal value.
To extol the grace,
To admire the twilight through.
Sardonic questions never answered,
Irony furnishes me with doubt,
Waving goodbye,
My thirst is never felt.
Black tides pique,
Material minds sometimes ruminate,
I only ask for their sake,
I only ask for a share of faith.
Expect nothing from your merit,
Cavities tear into our limestone hearts,
Second chance scar,
Another chance apart.
Slim silhouettes of vitiated water,
Scream at me,
Tell me what you think I should be,
Apprise your only fantasy
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-04-25 at 13:13
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