The Pain Of The World Poem by james watkin
The Pain Of The World
The pain of the world
The face of it, wretched
Does Midnight image it;
Strikingly storm-etched.
Ongoing then tis not!
And Morn, as you know
With its own brush, technique
Maketh all a-glow!
Monday, May 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: pain,world
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