Quick-Turning World, Mowed Down Of Poem by james watkin

Quick-Turning World, Mowed Down Of



Quick-turning world, mowed down of
Old Time's harvesting
Effecting what but muddled
Cloud schemes; truth-questing!

Wind's spaciousness is laughter's!
Soul, fear not to loose
Your universes' trail, so on
God are forced to muse!

Scares, scrapes, that after all sum
But a life-venture.
A child's day, in summary;
Closed behind - secure.

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james watkin

james watkin

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