Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,477 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Thoughts - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Liquid forms all forms life and evaporates, does that mean the flower never was.
And its mortal fleeting beauty shouldn't be spoken of and enjoyed as flesh and blood.

The deepest ocean is a bottomless pit who ever throws the first stone never reaches the pulp of it or the seed of it or the pip.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

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