Clinging To A Little Earthly Soil… Poem by Mark Heathcote
Clinging To A Little Earthly Soil…
This life has graced me
with the tears of an ocean,
till not a drop more
could be wrung out.
In pain-pleasure or sorrow;
so now I am left to steal
lie or ergo borrow;
in a desert, what still stands?
Clinging to a bit of earthly soil
every living cell and grain
that slips back into the spoil
has magic therein contained?
Sunday, March 10, 2013
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