Seed Poem by james watkin

Seed



Inside what, encapsulates
Maiden's heart of hearts
Is what's sealed up, in the dirt
Of its own desires.

Pretty set, polite spoke of.
Sun-danced, giddily.
Whilst round and round, each a flirt
Bug-eyed never tires.

Saturday, November 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,girl
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james watkin

james watkin

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