Mark Heathcote

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StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 11 months ago
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My stories

Who stars in our night?

What hour of space Covenants this day, Dawning, Ever-Over Nearer: further: away. What fountains of air Suck lungs to breathe After autumns, care Of a rootless, leaf.

All long' the reign of absorption

Footprints’ of people now unforeseen’ Travelling cogent in one direction, Such is the felicity the raiment of a dream. Each death-nail step a predestination,

Can I bask in the meadow?

Can I bask in the meadow? Of her sunlit shade; Breathe in the musk tomorrow That holds her golden name. Can I walk in the garden? Along her rivers of pain Where the surface woodlands

Your love is like a pinnacle

Your love is like a pinnacle No man could ever climb But your heart belongs with mine Flowing deeper all the time; Deeper than the rivers Running home to the sea Deeper than an apple core

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’ You are a peacock whom royally, hides Her royal plumage in disguise, Your cinnamon skin Holds a lotus flower, within, Your peachy warm, smile

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