My rapture.
Petals and the bract unfolding.
The agreement of our cobalt skies
Behind the light you are holding.
That charmed smile reassures me,
Omitting any doubt life gives.
The walls come down a'plenty,
And again you let me live.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-02-13 at 21:56
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