Atop This High, Up-Gushing Poem by james watkin

Atop This High, Up-Gushing



Atop this high, up-gushing
For a fount of delight
My life's ride, whose rainbow hues
Whizzed off, left and right.

Long since as a cloud, stablished.
Firming, in fluffing round
For life, quieter, what secures
The Thinker's high ground.

Wednesday, July 7, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,man
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james watkin

james watkin

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