Sunroom Poem by james watkin

Sunroom



Infrequent sitting room; one bids first
The sun for to enter.
Madam, be my guest. Herein around
The likeliest found

That rare find, brightened up, more so!
Who's arum's paleness
No such delegate here, beside you
Of Beauty smiles through!

Wednesday, May 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: room,flower
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james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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