Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 15,642 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

The Garden - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The garden is a living cell
A Monet' of colour
and still reflection!

Its life is onwards moving…
But still like the sun
forever in dusk or dawn:

A theatre of hearts
beating as one!
An applauds of petals
Scented; in love.

The garden is a river…
a place of worship
a place to espy
a good time to die.

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  • Vaidyanathan Ram (4/20/2016 9:48:00 PM)

    Wonderful, enjoyed reading, thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2011



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