Drink Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Drink



For there’s the river that again will rise
Into the fountain eyes of pain

For there’s the sea to be divided
And there’s a bottom to cross

For there’s the water that never ran
Through the hands of dusk hours

Therefore
Drink

Friday, November 18, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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