Perfumery Poem by james watkin

Perfumery



What of our neighbour's, for garden's
Exotica a-float
Am helpless, ransacking; as
Of it, dozed, to gloat!

Dressy air-flow, though unfilled of
What a romance shapes
Brushed of by, its spell at least
Builds dreamy landscapes.

Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: perfume
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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