The Glory - Seeker Poem by james watkin

The Glory - Seeker



Behind who too wonderfully
Makes it sound just to live
Whilst be-dazzlingly led on
By illusions, illusive

Fail not I to hear, chuckling
Nor with Death falter less
Laughing with. Wakes, shakes up
Mundane short-sightedness.

Wednesday, May 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: fame,glory,illusion
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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