Neither Comes First; But Through Poem by james watkin

Neither Comes First; But Through



Neither comes first; but through
A well-timed rapport
Buddleia, butterfly - each
Is made ready for.

Fate's hand, such is passed o'er
Wand-like Spring's garden
Is that magic, men and women
Tingle now and then.

Sunday, March 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,garden,love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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