This Air, This Spirit Inhale! Poem by james watkin

This Air, This Spirit Inhale!



What's pure off this mount, receive;
Flows down into
That sweetest nook within you;
Renewal's spot!

Where birds, more blithesome, at peace
With everything
Replace what's peevish, voicing
Vile woe. Hearts rot.

Tuesday, February 7, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: air
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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