Its Not A Talk, Child's Naive Poem by james watkin

Its Not A Talk, Child's Naive



Its not a talk, child's naive
But a true love's, town-suppressed
That's taken off with, rapturous.
To the far hills; deep gullies.
And if to so mingle with sky's
Freedom-melody, as guessed;
With waters' rave-strain, scaping down
Is it for the sympathies?

Friday, April 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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