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 No Joy 4/19/2024 WHY 4/19/2024 Happiness? 4/18/2024 A nice joint…. 4/18/2024 4/18/2024 Path of the loner 4/17/2024 113 4/17/2024 I Want A Miracle 4/16/2024 Regression 4/15/2024 Advise 4/15/2024 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.