Time Sorrowful, A Beautiful Poem by james watkin

Time Sorrowful, A Beautiful



Pity, please, compel me
Not this cheek of her's
To wipe; not just yet.
Whose tear-shaped crystal beauty
Pains that pass offset.

Alike Spring who, as loud
On what glosses a bud
Rainily lets pour.
Callously insensible
Was it then? No more!

Thursday, October 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,sorrow,beauty
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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