Mark Heathcote

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Mark Heathcote

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Sing as I never did before

If on some morning, I should die A snuffed out candle; from the sky Nought shall know my graveyard shift Nor I processed any gift

The joys in her heart shall never be eclipse!

Before he could blink or close fast his eyes Her joyous moment cast the final dyes Prior his christening the naming harangue Her chorus amended the death-knell rang.

To the intolerant elected us must learn to love:

To the intolerant elected us must learn to love: for it is they, who have frozen on the path to light. For it is they, who have frozen short sighted and fastened their tempers of understanding.

Search endlessly for this truth divine

Ghostly are blossoms conjured? Swirling paths remembered... On these petals shall we tread? Rise as though they never shed. On their pink ribbons, shall we glide?

Autumn breeze...

The autumn breeze, wanders purposeful. Crispy waves both warmish and cold: Crisscross the lawn, sometimes wrathful, Other times gently consoled. Like a lamb not quite ready to walk

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