White rose.
The lantern of midnight beneath a marquee,Standing on our burial grounds.
Serenity of gradual rendering,
Velocity of aerial standards,
with another white rose to go around.
Dictate your own faith within undulate love,
Mundane soil without forgiveness.
Quietude of an easy freak,
Bleak; the smile of stillness,
with another white rose to go around.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-03-14 at 18:25
Tags Meaning  Life 
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