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A Solitary Fountain
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Kurine: Twenty-line-poems
Let me tell you a legend,
Of a solitary fountain,
That would descend,
From a snobbish mountain.
The commoners used to call it,
The fountain of heaven,
A source of content and farthest delight,
Turning in rain like a voluptuous maiden.
The roaring water used to be,
As white as snow,
Ever hectic on the travel was she,
Taking beauty with her on the go.
May be it’s gravity,
Lending the water a hand to slide,
May be the love for the far-off sea,
That made it go for the elongated ride!
She would stand firm as did Helen,
Endeavouring to get to the end,
For love, yes, for love alone,
For making love, for some lovely time to spend!
