Tortured Genius Poem by james watkin

Tortured Genius



Black moods cast him in bad light.
But his sentiments
Like snowflakes, pure, set aright
An ornament to our sight.

While deriding whose wailings
Of illusive wrongs
In his wintry day there rings
Courtship's song of snow buntings.

Wednesday, November 20, 2019
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james watkin

james watkin

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