Mood-Key Poem by james watkin

Mood-Key



Pocketted over the heart
Having misplaced it
Weeps at this door, the Past's.
Smile-blazing each slit.

With no new mood-key, cut for
Aptly as golden
No level of skilled, leg-raised
Force could re-open.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: mood,past
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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