Rising and falling
The fountain greets me
Slurping and spewing
Each morning with glee
Yet no one doth watch
The dance of water
Nor time's chains detach
`mid din and clatter
Except a baby
Dazed by the foam. Froth.
Wondering maybe
At the milky broth
Where goes the pathway
What are the big dreams
So we can't e'en stray
For bubbles and beams?
1 comment:
nice going ma..must be good to write/blog. hoards of them around..such a fulfilling excercise i would think going by the number..:)
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