Morning, Evening Poem by james watkin

Morning, Evening



As far removed, red skied
As what is for hearts'
Looked into state, sea's dismays
And smooth bay's imparts.

Choose I this hour; sunset's.
Anchored; and at rest.
Upon this feeling-sensation's
Substance in the breast.

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

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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