The lines to this verse came from an unknown source
Wells within wheels, wheels within wells
And sources that spring and do poesie bring.
The sunlight on a meadow,
Shadows and dappled fields
A faint desperation does this poetry bring
And then these verses do sing, do sing.
Unknown I was, unknown I will be
The writer, the poet and the poetry
Now the unknown souces that speak to me
Continue to sing softly, sing softly.
Copyright: Rani Turton
This poem captured a pensive mood that was erased with the gentle singing. Lovely Rani. 10 Karin Anderson
Very good poem Rani...it sings...and sinks blissfully straight into reader mind...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great read Rani, and I like the singing at the end, 10 Lynda xx