Privileged World Poem by james watkin

Privileged World



High-skirted of rose, her silken world owes
Its priviledge to a sun-bright fate.
Caprice-stepping room
As frictionless the flutter-state.

High life's gadabout, meaner crawl to flout
Looks down upon her feet, and weeps.
There, from ice-made tomb
Her butterfly's mirroring seeps.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,shopping
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james watkin

james watkin

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