The Legendary Wishing Well Poem by Wullien Thang

Toss a coin into the wishing well
And make a wish
No one’s going to get something of it
Because it’s a lot of minutes
And the whole it’s non practical.

People pass and travel,
Through old enchanting places,
Europe is a destiny.

The charm involve them
It’s the hope of simple things
There’s no big debt,
Because it’s all paid with just a coin.

Old America had once the magic of it,
New discoveries amazed once
And now it’s just a memory
Which with different views,
Is not always lovable.

Innocence, joy, friends, solitude
Old streets
Love, pain, rejection
Forests and rivers paths of the past.
Memories.