A Soul Divine Poem by Mark Heathcote
A Soul Divine
Raw and savage, beauty
is abreast of the world.
She sits in her arbour
an ardent little girl.
Raw and savage, beauty
is a blending of pure design.
Hopscotching-to-her duty
-as subtle as a soul-divine.
~or~
Raw and savage, beauty
A conquest seldom conquered.
The hordes bow at her feet
And kings lay down drunkard.
Raw and savage, beauty
is abreast of the world.
She sits in her arbour
an ardent little girl.
Raw and savage, beauty
is a blending of pure design.
Hopscotching-to-her duty
-as subtle as a soul-divine.
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