The Ground Beneath My Feet Is Moving - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Though the world is quite still
Though it’s quite still as tranquil water
The ground beneath my feet is moving
At an irrepressible constancy
Steadily it moves my heart eastwards
And there are only three little words
That I can use in order to describe it,
In order to describe its
Pull & irrepressible, movement.
There are only three little words
Wants to speak its whole truth,
And they are. “I love you”
World “I love you”.
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