Isles, Nearest The Equator Poem by james watkin

Isles, Nearest The Equator

Sadness, wintry sadness
Gloomiest of thoughts
For its habitual place
To withdraw into.
Happy, in your own way
Would you not be here.
Midst minds, their skies reflect
Sunned, elated, through.

Tuesday, August 22, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: island,sadness
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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