Spurting Fountains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spurting Fountains



Milky white, spurting fountains sitting down
inside a pool, shivering from the cool winds,
blowing through them.

Wanting badly to be removed and placed in a
more protective spot, where they can enjoy
the life they have left.

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