A Carpet Poem by james watkin

A Carpet

Spring-made. Weaved into the fabric
Its own sweet demeanour.
Not to be trod as glided o'er.
Prancing dandies favour.

Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: spring,butterflies
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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