Whenever I Think Of You Poem by james watkin

Whenever I Think Of You



Although stuck in
This nauseous sludge
For a vile world's daily trudge
Hear, sigh-winging
Unto what of
Its one rare orchid just dove.

Upbourne upon
Whose recurrency
Is of an aired fragrancy
This hummingbird
In the wishful.
Sustained by the beautiful!

Saturday, January 28, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: wish,thought
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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