It shape of silver bricks
and stones, all the magnificent stars
was everywhere on that
well and swell, underneath and inside
of it, the golden water
was flowing high and smooth, it could
be magical moment right
there in life, the well is over then one
billion of feet down and
crown, it seemed so bright enough
under and underneath there
so quick, it heals the wounds of their
own bodies within, this
well has been thousands of years old, it
would be sanked under the
royal golden sand, how deep it will
be in life, it landed so
wild free, smell it like the golden dust and
rust, not even the single
crust of the edge into the ultimate and
old School of wells in
time, when someone and somebody jumps
through the solid and
fashioned silver well, he or she swam
the golden river of water
and just or must to be young and bright
any day long of their
journey of wells like that in late eighteenth
and nineteenth centuries
ago
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-20-15
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