Found Poetry 636

5/23/21

on broken steps
we descend to the interiors of caves
trusting our batteries, torch, and rope
deeper we go
trusting ourselves and each other
no one has been here before! we worry aloud
generations celebrate our echo

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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