Who Would Snare Me, Be Warned Poem by james watkin

Who Would Snare Me, Be Warned



Grab at; admire; then let it go.
Your butterfly's hold
Of a love, handsomely told;
And of heart as light!

Or empty hands full of pleading
For all its firefly's
Intangibleness come eve!
Dreams in the moonlight.

Thursday, September 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fickle,warning
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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