Clinging To A Little Earthly Soil… - Poem by Mark Heathcote
"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 and or borrow…'
What in a desert still stands?
Clinging to a little earthly soil…"
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