How Time Flows (And Our Submission) Poem by james watkin

How Time Flows (And Our Submission)



Roughly as rapid.
Breaking o'er whose rock
Each will; a lifeless dummy's.
Content to float just.

An increasing woe.
Sucked under whose tide
The most determined. Till, last
Place in God their trust.

Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: time,river
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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