The Star Alight That’s Fan Flamed In You - Poem by Mark Heathcote
The flowers that wooden knot
The stars what have they all got
In common each if fact could be dead
The flower could be pressed in a book.
The wooden knot seated on a church pew
That almost certainly could be dead too
The star alight that’s fan flamed in you
Is only visible amidst; its own reflexion.
Because you gain in vitality, some truth
Because whist searching you forgot - all about poof
So love then put a mirror there right in front of you
And mirror to mirror no light there was ever lost.
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