Holy Fountain
In the high lands
a stone angel sings water
creating fluid melodies
and flowers gather round
eternally watching and listening
to his performance
coins are tossed from good souls
who appreciate the arts
people wish blessings from the saint
to be a light
when one is lost at night
Harking onto the sounds
of flowing hope,
this is the hero of the town
Copyright © Vermillion Scythe | Year Posted 2017
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