In The Mirror Poem by james watkin

In The Mirror



Midst that agitated swirl
All does Time allow
To frame, through dressing, undressing
Conforms to The Now

One bloom, toss; that gust therein.
Restrains instantly!
For what, passing in and out
Of fashion none see.

Beauty, un-perfectible! And now
Cleaving to her breast
Deflects from what, if too brief
Vainly gave no rest.

Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,flower,girl
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james watkin

james watkin

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