GeneralPoetry & ArtRants The Fountain by enjoytheraven 6/8/2013 written by enjoytheraven 6/8/2013 I sit at the edge of the fountain whilst all the children play within. There is ample water that does not touch me or cool me. My reflection broken on a thousand surfaces. A thousand eyes. A thousand fears. Ample WaterChildren PlayFearsReflectionSitSurfacesThousand Eyes 0 comment 0 Email Related posts Love life (the non existant kind) 11/21/2024 easy 11/21/2024 I need outside eyes, I think this is... 11/20/2024 11/20/2024 No Clue 11/20/2024 11/20/2024 Interesting experiment; do I have faith? 11/19/2024 Christmas Music 11/19/2024 reminder 11/19/2024 I’ll say this for this wackadoodle hellhole, it... 11/18/2024 Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All new comments Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.