Late Nights Out Poem by james watkin

Late Nights Out



At ease, beneath the moon's steady gaze
And owl's safeguarding
That homeward air in breathing in.
Be it a mite chilled!

Even when fogged, and that comforting
To a heart was closed
Nothing fearful thereof, composed
Felt about me milled.

Tuesday, July 12, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: night,walking
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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