Immemorial Poem by Mark Heathcote

Immemorial



Time is often;
dreamed as longer than time exists to be?
No need to smell the rank-rose over to -discern the dying abominate bee.
As with each new flower,
a wellspring stem seeds the souls of men again.

Sunday, April 13, 2014
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