Dutch BoyA Poem by NautiliI am a twenty-first century Dutch boy. My feeble finger stuck in the dike’s leak. I want to stop the pain in your soul. But incessant pressure mounts up, and more leaks spout. I am a twenty-first century Mother. I want to fix it, but I can’t. I try in my feeble ways, but I can’t. So I do what I can do. I pray. Incessantly, I pray.
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Added on April 18, 2018 Last Updated on April 18, 2018 AuthorNautiliNYAboutA Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if.. more..Writing
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