Where No Judgement Is Passed Poem by james watkin

Where No Judgement Is Passed



If he is no saint
Saintly, for his childs'
Natural aura, still
Pitiful-pained bound
Lights up all around
Into each beast's wish
And with some scurry
To be known, far as
Friendship can advance
For its admittance.

Sunday, September 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,child,friendship
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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