Month: November 2018

5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-thirteen : reflection)

night paints the window
with a thousand reflections
in darkness…the light

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sad song about a fountain

the fountain sings the saddest song
in tears that fall and fall once more
reflected back upon former glories
days gone, ever lost in water’s pure

the fountain knows just one song
and sings today as it did back when
lovers used to wish on bright futures
this spring sang hopes and dreams back then

but now this song is lost and weary
so many wishes washed away
like marble bright worn round and dreary
only shadows of former days.