Pastel Clouded Enchantments Poem by james watkin

Pastel Clouded Enchantments



'Lovely! ' But mountains, dear, no;
For these do rise!
Slowly, I concede; cumbrous
For cumulus.

Sentimental reverberation!
Sunset-turning
That heard for what we now face
Pinks dawn's own place.

Friday, November 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: cloud
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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