fountain, by ill haven
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There is a certain garden
Where the stitches of life are sewn.
And in the middle of this place
Sits a fountain made of stone.
The waters splashing in this place
Are waiting just for you.
The wishes made around its base
Are always coming true.
The fairies of the mountain side
Come fluttering down the mount:
They spread their wings to see the fountain,
Too numerous to count.
They make their way to the open field
To greet the flowers there.
They nestle on the stems and leaves,
Thus sweetening the air.
So come, make your way, one by one
And see the special road
Leading to the magic fountain,
Fountain made of stone. |
Posted: 2005-10-05 00:04:10 UTC |
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2005-09-18 15:46:37 | No Child Is Innocent Once Born |
This poem is really good, I like the language you usse like (They make their way to the open field
To greet the flowers there.
They nestle on the stems and leaves,
Thus sweetening the air.) It makes the place sound really pretty! |
2005-10-07 22:11:36 | Austin Hoehn |
I really like this one. Very nice picture it creates. The thought of a garden where life is planted and persona of water in a fountain waiting for someone is wonderful, pleasent thought. P.S Thanks for the comments on some of mine they are helpful. Smiling Always,
Jena |
2005-10-14 02:39:13 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
I love this poem.You are an artist in more ways than one! |
2010-07-03 18:02:23 | baya |
This poem is so brillantly crafted. . . beautiful imagery I could see it all in my head the whole time. |
2015-03-11 01:29:09 | Malcolm Moss |
A beautiful rhythm. Soothing sentiments. Quite different from mine. Lovely. |