to hold, a page
to write, a mind to think,
an idea shines bright, words quickly flow
to begin the tale,
with it’s hanging pail. Imagination
is unbound, with the sky the limit,
or deep underground, as a coin
is dropped, a wish is made,
too late to worry
or be dismayed,
the time has passed,
your fears abound, as now you hear
the splashing sound, what happens next
is up to you, what did you wish for?…
and will it come true?
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