Edwin Cordero


Fountains Of Youth - Poem by Edwin Cordero

If we drink from the beautiful water,
Does it still run still?
Or is there a chance it loses something,
As you're being fulfilled?

Fountains of youth gravitate toward us:
Dreams within a dream.
Mountains do not levitate islands-
They seem to let off steam.

Someone said, 'If you keep pulling at a thread,
You'll watch the whole thing unravel.'
Family's ripe with people building it,
A tight-knit castle.

When the water flushes downward,
Statues turn to marble.
Amid the downpour, the ruckus,
Feet are made bare by gravel.

Fountains of youth gravitate toward us:
Dreams within a dream.
Mountains do not levitate islands-
They seem to let off steam.

I'll be there to see,
Where this leads,
If only alone,
Under trees.

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  • Gold Star - 31,578 Points Gajanan Mishra (12/28/2013 8:38:00 AM)

    dreams within a dream, good write, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 28, 2013


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