Of Friendships Poem by james watkin

Of Friendships



Health-giving, the goodness
Of this fruit.
What sweet does constitute
One's own friends.

Too long, hung out to rot
For neglect
Were left, how many, hand?
Heart, as bare!
Your world-orchard's warm-faced share
Still reject.

Thursday, May 12, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: friends
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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