The Wishing-Well Poem by Gabrielle Stahlie
The Wishing-Well
Wandering through wastelands in the pouring rain
Coming across an old whishing-well
Making wishes and posing a question
All in vain
It was a wicked day I can tell
I have to find my own answers
Even in pain
That well was no longer in fashion
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: answers
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8/7/2026 4:57:14 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
If only wishing wells did exist, with a swirl of magic to kiss our days. How true you are that we keep to old fashions and practices. Thanks for sharing! ! !