Her Fingers Poem by james watkin

Her Fingers



Magic allures, budding ends
Of plants likened to.
Less dainty yon sprigs unfurled
For those unto them who flew!

Magnets of my own, down all
Park's diverging ways.
Your heart's warm impress therein
Throws off the colder sunrays.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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