While Standing Over A Grave Poem by james watkin

While Standing Over A Grave



Death, how forceful your light is!
How painful, penetrating
The cave of Conscience.
Hung, unappreciated for
One's lovely innate value.
A gem's, in essence.

Friday, November 25, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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