Fated Love Poem by james watkin

Fated Love



Consider the minuscule points of Time
Upon which the momentous sits atop!
As seed capsules out of God's hand that drop.
What has a tree's stature? An air sublime?

Tis Love, fated Love! In its shade's embrace
One's took-in-by deathless spring's forecasting.
And of the same is that gazer casting
Blossomy worlds with a japanese face!

Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love,meeting
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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