For A Voice, This Inconsolable Poem by james watkin

For A Voice, This Inconsolable



For a voice, this inconsolable
As far sounding, upwails
Sun's crypted place, again must be
The Past's. Plea's scourge that fails
To have back its lost chances.
Orphans of Time denied
My taking by the hand; through
Excitements new and wide.

Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: past
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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