A life cycle too simple for the naked eye. - 29 October 2005


Era.

The grass that follows
The mid-day ticking
They breathe

Lordship a lonely leaf
This leaf that mourns
The mattering
Begins for a friendly scurry




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-29 at 01:06

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AmonTheDark
simplisty thats what life is all about there is nothing so simple as a blad of grass that withers or a mid - ticking that stops to soon for most its times like that when a breath no matter how short it is will be counted as one that keeps the lonelyness away. great poem
2005-10-29