3rd September 2015!
With sorrow.
Please my little swallow,
Let me fly with you;
Take me upon a summers morning.
Perhaps if I sing with sorrow,
My troubles will drift away too.
Steady my unsettled heart,
Let me take to the sky -
And watch me fly away.
Poetry by John Ashleigh

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Written on 2015-09-03 at 17:49
Tags Life  Love 




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