A Sense Of Destiny Poem by Mark Heathcote

A Sense Of Destiny



Love has a sense of destiny
Hanging around on the web,
Feeble as a cocoon esprit
With, snow on the descent.

Erie wings like snow clouds
Dream of a garden unexplored
Where there cold shrouds
Can, melt in eternal concord.

Love has a fraternal brother
He has halted us at the reigns
Where all lovers now bestir
He gives winter chilblains.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
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