05/08/2026
Upon a long, and harsh, and barren road,
There stood a fountain with a heavy load,
Where rising waters over time bestowed,
There stood a fountain with a heavy sweep,
Whose waters, brackish, warm, and bitter, sleep,
Yet from afar its outstretched arms would keep
A siren call to travelers...
Florian Pittiș / Elena Farago / Celelalte cuvinteNPG © 2026 ...