A Drowning Foreseen Poem by james watkin

A Drowning Foreseen



Her extremities, bathing.
Pale and smooth, fingers, toes.
Youth in stream, reflected.
Beware Time's woes!

Felt he rise up, and not chill
Love's pampered sensation!
Pleasure's true; when shook by
A dire vision.

Sunday, January 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: river,girl,vision
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james watkin

james watkin

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