In A Figure Of Eight In A Small Pond Poem by M. A Heathcote

There is no night without day.
No rest without play

A sword is wielded like a wizard's wand.

In transmutation, base metals are turned into gold.
Koi fish swim in a figure of eight in a small pond.

And the world looks on…
Mesmerised by a song-thrush's song

When another dewdrop is about to join the throng.

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Where will I live but in your heart?  

Blind but not dejected, still clinging to you 
Like the homeless shadow

Seeking only your one-time company.
A pardon and an amnesty.