No Words Of Magic Poem by Mark Heathcote

No Words Of Magic



Let moths eat my verse
Let light disperse through the fabric
Let all words incline - onwards
And upwards translucent
As a breath upon a windowpane
Gazing inwards, ever silent
On-the-mysteries we all contain.

Friday, October 11, 2013
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