Supernatural Quiets Poem by james watkin

Supernatural Quiets



Now those more refined-enhanced
Settle o'er everything.
A house, wind-battered. Beyond;
Hubs for strife, upblown in.
Who feel, twixt souls, a rapport.
Love's touch, grosser, wide of.
They're the angel flutterings
Confided by such love.

Sunday, February 12, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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