The Fountain

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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.

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