My Words Of Comfort Poem by james watkin

My Words Of Comfort



Despair, bird, of broken wing
O'er congealed breast folded
To these rays of a fiat
Piercing skies, cloud-molded
Do hearken. To the 'fear not'
Of their resplendent hopes'
Golden cue. To the 'be of
Good cheer' also. Sun opes.

Saturday, June 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sympathy
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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