North Wind Poem by james watkin

North Wind



Born of raw flame which, before twas born
Up into an ire fluttered.
There is a reminder of it yet, spluttered.
Tis this, through sun's ring of scorn.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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