Of Youth And Knowledge
Early days
There was a fountain,
Unbroken flow
As the water
Catches light.
Time
Softened stonework,
Silt settles
Into the edges,
And the current
Forgets its home.
Now,
I stare at my reflection,
Lips parched—
But all I find
Is a mouthful
Of sand.
#Poetry #Poem
5 days ago
