The Waking World Poem by james watkin

The Waking World



World, sometimes in vehemence woke;
A dragon, fiery-flushed.
Sometimes spectral-like uncovered.
Pale, withdrawn. Hushed.

Monday, July 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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