Water by Christo Frederick Crous

Christo Frederick Crous | June 9th, 2016 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments


A simple life needs the flow,
Yet a drip bears no conscious grip.
How will our children grow?
If we can’t give a sip.

The time was now.
The searing sun scars our lip.
Would the drip glow?
With dissolving snow.

Would you plow
or rather take a dip
to cool your brow?
Is it not just a blip.

You confide in the prime time,
and forgot the truly sublime.

Poet Bio

Christo Frederick Crous is a 25-year-old aspiring author studying Linguistics at the university of South Africa.

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