HopeA Poem by Acropolix
On the slippery banks
armoured with mud and rocks, the man wades through a steaming swamp plagued by leeches; his skin clad in mud steel and sweltering sweat to protect, not against parasites or the scorching sun burning down; in the water's depth await the golden bits for discovery, the fortunate soul able to discern the glow beyond the waves of hope.
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1 Review Added on March 23, 2014 Last Updated on March 23, 2014 AuthorAcropolixNetherlandsAboutMy writing says who I am, who I want to be, and who I will never be. more..Writing
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