Its Summer, and Holidays
Our spirit's levity
At liberty
In warmed up air, as real felt
As makes dizzy!
Now eye to eye can go
Each sigh to know
With whom, carefree and careless
Off them, astray
World of hardships spurn! Off, away.
Poor moth! Poor thou!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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