Love-Lost In Scotland Poem by james watkin

Love-Lost In Scotland



Its rare that a dream
On what, day-lit
Softly imposes.
True love's conceit!

Rarer still, this quaint
Mannered for mirth
On whose sight will, if fogged
Tweely-twirly
In storybook ways pop up.
True love's folly!

Sunday, October 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love,visionary
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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