Orphaned Spirits Poem by james watkin

Orphaned Spirits



A spring day I postulate
Is shaped routinely
By the non-weeping self
Of orphaned reality.

Whereas with my logic
A phantasm conforms
A cloud is that shaping
Rigorous sun informs.

Thursday, October 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: cloud
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james watkin

james watkin

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