A Large Sized Of Wells

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