Whimsical Girl, Waving A Friend Home Poem by james watkin

Whimsical Girl, Waving A Friend Home



Rushes to step this last, grassed
Ripple-light upon.
If not seen again, til morn
She'll not weep; forlorn.

For apart from that, hand-cupped
For moth, ebbed back
With, without a butterfly's splash
Re-dressed will up-dash.

Wednesday, June 1, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,fantasy,sunset,sunrise
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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