That I Was Ever Born
To so distance myself
From its loud rumour
Whiney, needy, the earth o'er
Attending each care
Unless that soul, at peace
Its own skies re-mount
Summer-time's "off into the blue"
Escapes go nowhere.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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