Morn To Eve Poem by james watkin

Morn To Eve



In order of sounds
Idylls waken to
Which torment on through
Moonless sleepwalked is
Songful to sighing
Pined to the pine-stirred
The gamut is heard
Of Day's soul like this.

Sunday, April 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: day,soul
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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