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Saturday, April 16, 2016

The Wishing Well

I stand before a wishing well
And wonder of wonder’s that be
Of all the things one could foretell
My dreams came true for me

Granted wish takes more than a penny
In this well built by old elf
No matter what type, it won’t take money
Into it you must throw yourself

Most often when the throwing is done
So long the soul falls it is lost
Failing to escape back into the sun
Such a terrible life-crushing cost

But as I said, my dreams came true
While falling through space and time
My soul found and merged with you
Now I can call you mine


  1. © Copyright 1994, Marty Vandermolen

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