Is Each Woeful, World-Descent Poem by james watkin

Is Each Woeful, World-Descent



Is each woeful, world-descent
Each attempt at life
Pitied for, on high
Not that, as of a gorge made
Of long rainings' cry?

Or should we, through winter rays'
More estimably aimed
Boldness of intent
Portray souls, whose angel's tears
Brighten, Heaven-sent?

Friday, October 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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james watkin

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