Wishing Well
Well so deep, how deep is your well?
Echo, long, so hard for me to tell.
Rapid waters rushing loudly,
Sounding like beating heart, so proudly.
Wonder how long you have you been,
Waiting alone for me here?
What stories do you tell, for now?
Wow you still stand to help with plow.
These cold, grey rocks you’re made up of.
An object no one will love.
I can see more than your daily
Use. You help me to feel free.
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