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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This is just beautiful, that's all I can say, bookmarked.