A sijo form about the realisation of life and what it holds. -5th October 2013.
Crest of time.
The sanguine sun bleeds on the river shore tirelessly uplifted
By the crest of time and the mutter of memories reinforced.
Clouds with a gold undertone remind me to escape certainty.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-10-06 at 00:05
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