Foregoing My Kind, My Fancy Poem by james watkin

Foregoing My Kind, My Fancy



Foregoing my kind, my fancy
Bent to the wind.
Of insects' annoyance
Not cautioned, in advance!

Ahead of clouds, in coveting
Each skyline green.
Still like a barrier
Exerts heat in summer!

Monday, January 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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