<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gods Garden Of Sunshine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our way-would calling? <br>Star pulsed, lover. <br>'Who's hearts a purple emperor? <br>Teased-out of a milk-white flower'<br>Churned into curds and whey, <br>Whose rosy, nothingness…<br>In conclave, owlets flicker.<br>Does intern, lead us away…? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shouldn't I who am lassoed plunge talons? <br>Like a dandelions root. <br>Shouldn't I blow with these waxing-suns? <br>Shouldn't I beak-split tear—apart <br>Her gossamer: She; whom hemps a moon. <br>Shouldn't I be the one—who? <br>With tapper alights her inert womb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simply put: Shouldn't I dive for pearls? <br>Or pan loves untold-gold: No, I just won't <br>Or can't be led 'foolhardy' downstream.<br>'Or be so cold or so dishonestly, headstrong.<br>No, I shall walk faithfully loyal full-stop.'<br>Besides you beside, deaths black-dog, <br>On-leash as if I was just newly born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like some kind of cocksure bullfrog<br>Isn't this and that? The way of it all… <br>Star pulsed, lovers. <br>The way a poets tongue must rock! <br>Isn't this and that? Our way-would calling? <br>God, willing… We won't all be summonsed<br>Or subpoenaed; for that one last regret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455102" data-title="Gods Garden Of Sunshine de Mark Heathcote" data-description="Our way-would calling? Star pulsed, lover. 'Who's hearts a purple emperor? Teased-out of a milk-white flower' Churned into curds and whey, Whose rosy, nothingness… In conclave, owlets flicker. Does intern, lead us away…? Shouldn't I who ..."></div> </div> </div>

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