Two Shores Meeting…
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Mark Heathcote
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The night brings miracles to you and me
Parched lips, like two shores, meeting
For a first and last time, beg for the sea.
Tectonic plates - our bodies collide
Everything around us, nature mirroring
Provides and revives
Remoulds recharged, turning to matricide.
Bu şiiri puanla
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