Her breaths gathered apace trembled
Her undulations in their confines
Are of a truly, great motherly cosmos.
She ripples on the waves and leaves
Her edicts come from her nomadic travels.
He held his breath purposely
It was, deep, and heavy
Almost measured as if, not to breathe.
He was trying to hold on to her breath
Restrain it in perpetuity for all eternity.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book “In Perpetuity”
About the Author
Mr. Mark Andrew Heathcote has been happily honing his writing skills for many years perfecting his poetry and sharing it on-line, through on-line poetry forums. He feels this book is the next best step in his creative endeavors.
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