HEATHER ON THE LAND
If only the heart could speak
of two places; we'd learn about
Heaven and we'd learn about Hell.
I think they're both the same, a
pastiche of both good and bad
together, until they become words
we unlearn. Like heather on the
land - a beautiful landscape,
indeed. To earn such praise
must be a valuable thing; the
heart, with its two sides, does
learn how to sing.
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