Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
The fire diamonds of your soul
Snow packed mountain tops of my own.
Soon there’ll be an avalanche!
And I’ll melt and flow in toe
To where, you’re blue eyes spruce.
Those bluebell shadows
Where the dark woods tremble
Here together we’ll make our fire triangle
Heat to warm the air to breathe!
And fuel to burn again…
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