A Day, Angel-Gifted Poem by james watkin

A Day, Angel-Gifted

Whether or not, this day, its scent,
With tunes, sweet windless stirred
For our sake alone, hearts preferred
Of these matchmakers was made
As born converts to Destiny
Who else but us could know?
One's nod the other's does follow!
Eye-sparkled. Then...to cascade!

Saturday, August 31, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: falling in love,angel
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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