Bitter-Sweet Poem by james watkin

Bitter-Sweet



"You will be missed; you will be missed! "
O what tribute, rode away in
On the air, dying.
What triumph, wreathed thrills that garner;
Over spikes lying!

For my new icon status
In all the hearts turned shrines
This is the incense burned for me;
All Saints Day which combines!

Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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