The Wishing Well Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
The Wishing Well
With my back turned
I hurl stone after stone
Into the wishing well
Disturbing the frog's sleep
In its libidinous dreams.
My moon had fallen into the well
My pail could not bring it up
I continue to dropp stones
Someday the water will rise enough
To bring up my beautiful moon.
Monday, November 24, 2008
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4/24/2024 12:11:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As long as there is enough water in the well