Ah, Intriguingly Its Lovers - Poem by Mark Heathcote
What affairs are those we follow?
Crossing blue skies and rivers
Swifts and stork trapeze the air-
Waters gentle with them shallows…
Ah, intriguingly, its lovers
Cover the greatest distance.
Fly and swim—no resistance
Carving other’s each, sculptures.
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