Thoughts Poem by Mark Heathcote

Thoughts



Liquid forms all forms of 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 whoever throws the first stone never reaches the pulp of it or the seed of it or the pip.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016
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