A Pagan's Heart
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Mark Heathcote
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In and out dappled-dew-wet ferns
his ghostly spirit glides
in and out of these mottled skies
beneath those blue bristle pine furs
where a fox cub has lain aground
here shall his heart be found.
Here shall his spirit's soul resound
in-the-quietude of bluebells mound.
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