This Derelict Hour, This Twilight Shuffling Poem by james watkin

This Derelict Hour, This Twilight Shuffling



This derelict hour, this twilight shuffling
A soul-sickness, unfought, has bred
Is dying's rehearsed. This majestic swathed
Of the Light Of The World outspread.

Monday, January 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: god,illness
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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