The Emotions Poem by james watkin

The Emotions



This one, feels itself a-frolic
And that, numbly forsook
Will plead for its interpreter
In the music-player.

Love in heaven's, love-dead, with life's
Questioned purpose thereaft
As whom with reed, spring-blown, Lea's.
Deep-sounding viol, Sea's.

Monday, May 31, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: emotion,music
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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