The Unwise Digger
I found myself
digging in the wide
desert of solitude
but why I'm doing this?
digging for what?
digging for whom?
digging in vain?
then...
I pause, struck my hoe to dust
and ponder...
cold tears then flow
from my eyes
but still not,
an answer to my question
YOU ARE READING
Flowers On Shallow Water
Poetry'Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing....'
