Only To Turns Your Inner Worlds Gold - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Sometimes, I've even seen a willow leaf
Having those red marks of the third eye of wisdom.
And now look your lips are like a willow leaf,
Curling when's it has received the sunlight.
So many well-wishers, blessings, what can you do
But remember, every fresh; day is a spring too,
Every-other-day is a burning hot summer
And covers, you from head to toe in kisses.
And when those kisses, have yellowed-
Remember, they do so
Only to turns your inner world's gold.
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