In Riding By Poem by james watkin

In Riding By



I was but shown a glimpse
Enough, with all of it given
To gain a sense, in a world's
In that creation's green flash
Of that perceiving, sucked through
A hypnotist's guidance strange.
Whereby Time stops; and let go
That fretful hold of Life's dash.

Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bicycle,country
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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