Babe In Its Cot, Asleep Poem by james watkin

Babe In Its Cot, Asleep



This wee dream head, around
The same does enring
The dearest of thinking;
Poet's, enchants.

In angel and fairy
Protective, playful
Tireless and beautiful
Flap, flap which pants.

Tuesday, August 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,thoughts
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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