A poet’s epitaph

No joy is here to stroke away the hours
That love has bent with her mortal powers
So veil not the scaring in your solace-eyes
For this marks well the habitual pages,
Where your sweet incarnate spirit resides:





Poetry by M Heathcote
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Written on 2008-11-04 at 00:58

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Bjanka
....a modern Shakespeare, truly, so poetic and elevating...
2010-01-05