No matter how many times you cry, nor how many times you try, the perfection will never come. - 07 November 2005



Try again.

Slip and graze your lucent hands.

 

Fall and rip your cream wings.

 

Stand on both feet, grassy lands.

 

Face the wind and cry.

 

 

Trip and scrape your face.

 

Lay and stain your fortune-clothes.

 

Awaken, wipe your eyes, and embrace.

 

Grip your lip and try again.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-07 at 19:28

Tags Hope  Enthusiastic  Perfection 

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penfold18
Face the wind and cry again, words from the heart or what, well done john, been there , seen it , done it whatever, excellent choice of words.
2005-11-07