there is a well
in the middle of the forest
hidden away
under the boughs
of ancient oaks
far down in the dark
the glint of gold
from every wish cast
whispering promises
to the unfulfilled
there is a well
in the middle of the forest
hidden away
under the boughs
of ancient oaks
far down in the dark
the glint of gold
from every wish cast
whispering promises
to the unfulfilled
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
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Lovely poem!
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thank you
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