24th February 2016.
Last wish.
Laying in my grave
Makes me restless I suppose;
The leaves keep falling -
It is probably
The only conversation
I will have to hold.
And so please, the breeze
Keep shaking that Sorbus tree;
I just need those words
Before I leave.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-02-24 at 23:56
Tags Life  Darkness 
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