Zephyr crawls with a solemn crow,
Order listens to its undying sorrow.
And so, a flash of Jesus
With upon his head a crown,
Stunned to have followed.
Duck and dive the crow does fly,
Red sweet death in its eyes.
Hoping that the trails share,
The chance for him to care,
A scream of memory holds itself,
Need not forget –
How he held out his hands to us.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 17:30
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