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A poetic exile
What is there to berate
Lifeāfor: Why equate
It has not any meaning..?
Every sap that's shelled-out
The husk, longs further, seeding.
"Every breath a water-spout
Leaps into death, pupate.
And is yet, still, dreaming...
Of the wings of perfection",
Too fulfil life's passion.
The gift of love's pre-emption...
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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