Individuality Poem by james watkin

Individuality



Against a tree, standing alone
What's to prevent them all
These hordres of winds, ill-humoured
Rush with shrieks to appal?

A strong backbone must have, bends
To no such force of will.
As out which state, oft vapoured
'mystic sage's' lore tags
For lofty precipice grows.
A cliff's; or mountain crag's.

Friday, November 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: individuality
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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