With No Map To Saunter On Poem by james watkin

With No Map To Saunter On



With no map to saunter on
Nowhere for to be
I cannot be lost! Name this hill
For me to worry!

Solitude exposed before so
Wide an absent face
Has seen itself as on the run.
Yet their's no disgrace!

Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bicycle,solitude,travel
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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