Toward Tomorrow Impelled Am I Poem by james watkin

Toward Tomorrow Impelled Am I



Toward tomorrow impelled am I;
Day's slow ray-forming hand not by
Birdsong, that's sprinkling.
Hope is a force more potent behind
What lifts up worlds' awareness combined
Out a wakeless darkling.

Thursday, July 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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