A Home's Doors Poem by james watkin

A Home's Doors



Think, as with all doors
What behind on, closed
This, first out-stepping life for!
Home! When heart-reposed.

None, breathless, dying
But anticipate
As whom back, for love's warm hug
Run through the dark, late.

Friday, May 19, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: door
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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