Windows
Not by any trite window
Tensed, framing worry
Its oft serene onlooker;
Life's; through Memory.
Accordingly is brought up
The clear distinction
Twixt today's world, all feel more
Obligated to
And that brighter faced, breezed through;
With heart's free action.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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