Eve zestful:
Rose petals can look brassier
Beneath a resplendent sky
But it's still endearing they die
Falling in there rhapsody.
Animal or mineral…?
They're accomplishments, fulfill us…
With living desires - ever-zestful:
'You request my heart I a blush'.
The whole world is so generous…
What more can we convey,
Nothing is ever really lost!
Inside a flower bud the souls pupae.
Believe me here don't inveigh
I request you pluck a flower
And say heaven isn't a perennial
Blowing; underfoot in circling, whorls.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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