The lines to this verse came from an unknown source
Wells within wheels, wheels within wells
And sources that spring and do poesie bring.
The sunlight on a meadow,
Shadows and dappled fields
A faint desperation does this poetry bring
And then these verses do sing, do sing.
Unknown I was, unknown I will be
The writer, the poet and the poetry
Now the unknown souces that speak to me
Continue to sing softly, sing softly.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-11/
