The Ancients II
the dregs of combersome ways
at first glance passing in the wind
soon to pretend
a thought of a faithful friend
lean on me with a surprise
look through the eyes
learn to grow through the flow
a beg or bargain
a path that leads to a water spring
the water is so very clean
cascading
with amazement
foaming at the mouth
This poem is about:
My community