In the middle of a courtyard,
proud and alone,
stands a beautiful fountain
with carvings of stone,
its intricate designs
ravaged with time,
evokes a vivid image
of peacefulness sublime.
Crystal clear water tinkles
gracefully from its spout,
singing hymns as sweetly
as a prayer devout.
Silver coins sparkle soft
in the midday sun,
every ripple of water
enhancing each one.
How many people
have stood here like this?
How many wishes
has this fountain witnessed?
How many hearts
filled with hope has it seen?
How many discouraged
have come here to dream?
The wind whispers gently
the stories of old,
of vows made by lovers,
of secrets untold,
of tragedy and sorrow,
of contentment and bliss...
this noble fountain, filled
with the magic of a wish.
i love this
poem it
is one o
of my favorites to read