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The Wishing Well...


Each morning, before, the sun rise,
Stepping, into a, fairy tale,
On a white rock, by the wishing well,
I drop a coin, I wish and wish, and again.

Each morning, before, breakfast was served,
Listening, to gossips, of the world,
With doubts, I run, to the wishing well,
To drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again.

Each morning, before, I step out for work,
Wondering, if, it remembers,
Just to make sure, back to the wishing well,
I drop a coin, I wish and wish, and again.

Each afternoon, as, I sit among friends,
Through the joy, we, exchange,
My heart runs back, to the wishing well,
To drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again.

Returning back, when, the moon waves,
There's no time, Mr. Moon, I might be late,
Looking down, into, the wishing well,
I drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again.

On the day off, through the dew, sun and chills,
Living, in an, endless fairy tale,
With feet, that are barely felt, by the wishing well,
I drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again.

Growing weary, with pretty eyes, teary,
A bruised heart, festering, a heated mind, blistering, 
"I'm sorry, I embraced reality,
Only after, the winds, knocked me down",
Was what, was left, for me to say,
Again and again, to the wishing well.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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