These Streets, Fate-Led Poem by james watkin

These Streets, Fate-Led



With these brushings through glancings
Street's spun off, quick
Inexplicable warmth of them
Glozing o'er, why choose!

More than burs on your clothing
Impressions do stick!
And these, to the heart burn through
To pull out, refuse!

Tuesday, May 17, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: point of view,fate
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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