8th February 2014.




The misdeed.

I look on morosely to that
horizon line with
blood on my lips,
and my words of courtesy
Ignite your eyes a' splendor;
Your forgiveness will not
be found in a bottle
Whilst
A dancing verdict
Hides by the valley floor.
You must walk on now,
My love,
And never look back.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2014-02-08 at 01:49

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Well written, like it!
2014-02-09



This is profoundly sad and beautiful.
~Ashe
2014-02-08



This is profoundly sad and beautiful.
~Ashe
2014-02-08