Dying's, Immediate Gained Poem by james watkin

Dying's, Immediate Gained



One change of perspective
Fear's own surmounting;
Cloud parted for, below, up on
Wings of soul mounting
What love, this thought embraces
If pure-wept, too late:
We are one. World, divided up
Singular relate.

Sunday, October 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: death,earth
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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