There is a well
At the end of my road
No one knows
How deep the water goes
Inside the bottomless well
There are legends and rumors
Of queens and their suitors
And poison black frogs
And magic blue fogs
But I've never believed it
For no one has seen it
Inside the mysterious well
The walls are marble
But the rotting's just partial
And it seems very old
So many stories untold
And callings from under
The murky black waters
Of the
Old
Mysterious
Bottomless
Well
At the end of my road
No one knows
How deep the water goes
Inside the bottomless well
There are legends and rumors
Of queens and their suitors
And poison black frogs
And magic blue fogs
But I've never believed it
For no one has seen it
Inside the mysterious well
The walls are marble
But the rotting's just partial
And it seems very old
So many stories untold
And callings from under
The murky black waters
Of the
Old
Mysterious
Bottomless
Well
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gg
Jan 31, 2019
Very wonderful. I know that that's a silly way to describe a poem, as if wonderful weren't enough, but this is a special piece of writing. BECAUSE, it made me imagine. What more could one ask from a poem?
thank you