Nature Is My Bride Poem by Mark Heathcote
Nature Is My Bride
Nature is my bride
and blood-of-youth,
she is my bridge
to eternal life.
I sip her echo
and spirits ease
I listen to her soul
in summer weaves.
Nature is my bride
and blood-of-youth,
she is my bridge
to eternal life
and eternal truth.
Sunday, September 4, 2022
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