Of The Mind Poem by james watkin

Of The Mind

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To keep our thoughts, spindrift
Or what, as sky-lent
For old bloomage, puffed, fluffed
From there to be sent

A skull is given each.
Not that it can be
Confined, this sea, wave-broke!
This garden, breezy!

Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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