In A Dwindling Forest Poem by james watkin

In A Dwindling Forest



In a dwindling forest
It remains to be seen.
Called Coyness, tis the tree
That darkens the mien.

Since you like sheltering
From the ogling sun
Coyness is assured of
Its conservation.

Friday, October 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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