A set of Tanka about the promise of love. -11th November 2013.
Promise.
You are just sitting
across from me in this void.
Collectively blind;
We wait for our love to flare
So that we can see again.
We begin standing
defined by these rusted chains.
The light must greet us;
We can't do anything now
but put our promise in love.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-11-11 at 20:57
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