Each Moment Poem by james watkin

Each Moment



A sort of fluttery glamour
Unlike any that flew by.
By most less appreciative looked on.
Unvaryingly dull. Mothed sky.

Sunday, April 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: moments
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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