The Fountain
Open arms bare my love;
bowed, I plead your cause
before the throne.
My wounded heart yet bleeds,
arms thrown wide-apart
for a cuddle.
Come in your filth and scum;
a fountain gushes
and washes clean.
Celestine S.? Ikwuamaesi
(Feb 10/02/18)
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