Mirrors Of Other Kinds Poem by james watkin

Mirrors Of Other Kinds



Glassed Sky-vanity
Brought down rainily.
For whose countenance
Sunny, self-adored
And never askance
Shyly, to enter.

Yes; that pool, puddle
Cows roundly huddle.
But child, grimacing
Who never lets up
Will, in defacing
Its image shatter.

Saturday, August 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: pride,rain,sun
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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