A Voice From The Depths Poem by james watkin

A Voice From The Depths



Leave it to its ruling passion
World, reposeless; ever
Tossing each in its woe-filled strife
No good sense would abide
To roar on, in all of its pride
Of seas' heaving over.

Here's your rightful place. Soul-illumed
Caverned quiets within.
Lie of its lost fabled realm. Last
Of the mysteries all
To culture, fundamental
Gave rise, for re-claiming.

Saturday, December 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: peace,soul
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james watkin

james watkin

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