The Wishing Well
The ancient vault of coins and dreams
where wishes are dropped
to be consumed
by a distant, soft splash
There, in those darkest depths
the dank walls echo to
the laughter of the gods
as they count their bounty
while anxious folk above
patiently pray, and wait
for miracles
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