Bright City Lights Poem by james watkin

Bright City Lights



Faces light up; no less plain
By some infernal altar
What too horrid cajoles.
Or kinds of a flame-drawn moth
As do illuminate the dark
Of men's and women's souls.

Sunday, May 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: city,sin
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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