Fountain of hope.

In a place unknown,
There’s a fountain of hope.
Surrounded by thorns and flowers,
It’s not always easy to be found,
But it still exists deep down.
We fall down,
We try to hold on to this hope,
But the thorns turn our hands into blood,
The blood dripping from our palm,
Makes us believe in harm,
But we find that small space,
Where our hope is safe.
We take a coin,
And toss it in,
The fountain is now filled with our wishes.
The thorns shead away,
They are replaced with roses,
The beauty that no one opposes.
We take a coin,
And we toss it in,
Making another hopeful wish.
No matter how hard we try,
This fountain of hope will never die.
So try not to pry,
And let the time go by,
This fountain of hope will be alright.
In this beautiful garden,
This fountain,
Will forever stay.
Life will grow around it,
Smiling at the mysteries unknown,
How amazing would it be,
To know the hopes that the coins keep.

Aashna Vidyarthi

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