In The 'place Of Judgement' Poem by james watkin

In The 'place Of Judgement'



It might have been a zephyr only
Of an angry mood, the feeblest aired
But for what's storm-raised as a mind-flash
To be shook by must you be prepared.

Merest of mere light soakings you say
Piteous partook, too few the tears
But brought to their rememberance above
A cloudless burst of love for you nears.

Friday, July 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,judgement
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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