Glimmerings Of A Worked Out Fate? Poem by james watkin

Glimmerings Of A Worked Out Fate?



As on a secret, too wondrous
Come morn, to be made
Aware of quite; leaving to scorn
One colder, more forlorn;

When of its veil is lifted, sleep's.
Glowing for love's reverse
To this, his day, hoping's heart-snuffed
Which to no one confides.
Yet spared, angel-blinding, whom guides
The entire universe!

Wednesday, July 6, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,fate
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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