Imagination

The fountains mingled. Undetermined; Truly unexplained. Like a showered disturbance Felt within its comforting warmth... Brought by dangerous curiosity and delivered by realization Undeniable truth was formed from those puzzled patterns Unsafe to know for it so better kept unseen. Clueless distraction Bloomed from an answerable one Reminisced nothing… But fruitful moments. Hindrances never interrupted because outstretched arms helped it, and one stood in opened eyes. Calmness had begun. Then silence reached.. Purely imagination.