Everything Down Here Poem by james watkin

Everything Down Here

Drab as gray
Either way
You look at it. Summery.
Or noon-shone.

To so brood
No bleak mood
By, o'ershadowed. Sorrow-free.
Nor to, prone.

Nor have died!
To guage, skied
Its sombre truth. Heaven's sketch!
A bad clone!

Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: earth
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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