Under A Cloud, Bright-Spilt Days Poem by james watkin

Under A Cloud, Bright-Spilt Days

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Under a cloud, bright-spilt days
Is hid the sad person.
Deepest, soaked through rainily;
Without a remission.

Words, a more effectual aid
If as soft airs broadcast
Than arms, pulling heads from out
What's dark and overcast.

Tuesday, October 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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