Your Wilderness's Misconceptions Poem by james watkin

Your Wilderness's Misconceptions



Furthermost rambler of
Impenetrable realms.
Unfound, ever to be.
Oh! Except by thee.

Of no sun, but dries up faith!
No shade, but shakes accursed!
Wind, rain. Frights of all kinds.
To badness what binds!

Tuesday, August 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,sarcastic
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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