Mandevilla Poem by james watkin

Mandevilla



The points of sun's rays
Summer's, sharpest
Inflamed brick fired at.
No walls' hand-presst!

Whereas of whose grip
Tendrilled and high
For their own burn marks
Blooms, unshocked by!

Thursday, April 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: summer,flower
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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