In A Cold, Wet And Dark Street's Poem by james watkin

In A Cold, Wet And Dark Street's



In a cold, wet and dark street's
Wintry voice and lost sound
You've heard it, my heart; its doom of
Wraith-like rueing, unbound.

For that world of its forsaking
Its own of Love composed.
Beaten out for light tunes, on and on
For what had been supposed.

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

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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