Wednesday, 25 September 2013


I am just a mere little wishing well,
Who would know & who could tell?
I am deep, dark, green-garbed & cool,
I´m Surrounded by Pan´s forested pools,
I am moss-ivy-clad & cold-stoned shod,
Deeply dug, where the Gods once trod,
On midnight hour, beneath cream moon,
Hark with care & you will hear my tune,
Whispering where you toss your wishes,
Upon silver-backed coins & golden fishes,
Flipped secrets & desires upon my waters,
Pennies, cents, florins & long-gone quarters,
All your worldly dreams will surely come true,
And only good things will ever happen to you.

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