Liquid Dreams Poem by james watkin

Liquid Dreams



Hung o'er for falls' sounding rush
Fern leaf on leaf's, soft, slow;
Skied, for rain, or shoulder-high
Downpoured, harem girl by;
Of all a cool, fresh liquid
Offering, last, sighed for
Blessed, he, who takes his fill.
If caught dreaming, found still!

Sunday, January 29, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: water
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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