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Burrowed in the hillside
Of the billowy mountain
Sits a perched wish
But I dare not let it fly
For it's flight
Could disturb the heavens
It passes me
Each longing day
Waiting for the moment
When I toy with fate
It keeps it's gaze
In my mind's eye
Waiting for the day
That I Let it take flight
Finally, I approach it
Feet firmly planted,
I've decided this day
To let my dream fly high
As hands grasp the edge
Of my well's cold cheek
I peer inside
Only to realize
My wish is but concrete
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I really enjoyed this poem. While the poem builds in anticipation I think the wish as concrete represents a wish that can never happen. I think this last line fits perfectly and is the point of the poem.
A very good piece of the nostalgia of idly just flicking a copper into the magical well. Its a completely different take of the wishing well from how I have written about, where I have made the coin into a living entity (don't ask why, I think about bizzare stuff all of the time). This is the wishing well according to the wishes and wants of the human spirit.
