Fount Poem by Zubyre Parvez

Fount



Wine-tint glasses were turned
Away to read more closely
And to write of what
Springs to mind, a fountain
The refreshment from the
Banks of memory to rejuvenate
To get back to some of our flow
Away from the incongruence.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lyrical
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