Post Winter, Post Death Poem by james watkin

Post Winter, Post Death



Realm of realms, what to one's own true
Lit beauty does adjust.
Bulb, earth-buried, accept, you may.
Soul, due to sprout, you must!

Tuesday, February 22, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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