Young Girl, Brought To Despair Poem by james watkin

Young Girl, Brought To Despair



Winds sigh; nay; are shouted through
Til hoarse, a storm-warning
Of grief, likened to
In the raising of this thought;
Heaven's shamed outcast, dims,
Droops, wills self unsought;

Your flowers'. Sprung for a glory
Of life, especial to it
Blown, world's loss would be.
Incites all head-turns. Lone walked
For sweet uplift, strongest
Led-to sense imparts.

Monday, May 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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