Fountain
Walking amidst encumbered world
I stumbled upon a lonely fountain
The snow falls from the mountains
And heavy rain destroys my sandals
So I sigh heavily, but alas, it is to no avail
The water is cold
The heart is heavy
A bird flies from branch to branch
Chirping away its worries
Since there are no waters left in this world
Only this fountain can heal the hearts wounds
I dive my head in;
Strange are the sounds of rain
And clouds of pain
And hearts' strains
I find myself in this golden hall
Filled with soft flowing water
Here, the heart is healed
How sweet are those waters!
How rare are they!
Another day ends, another journey begins
Never again shall I be thirsty
Never again will I forget this fountain
Never again will water stop flowing
And never again shall heart be smitten
As long as this fountain does not escape the vision
Never again shall I have a need for another strain
Copyright © Tibor Viskovic | Year Posted 2020
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