Poem to St Gall

Posted byAndrew Mark WatkinsPosted inEnglish Literature, UncategorizedTags:, ,

Soaring in an empty landscape I try to understand
As lonely as my feathers as I head to solid land
My claws touch solid branch and I am reminded
that not everything is pre-decided

 

© Andrew Watkins

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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