Our wishes are kept within our mind
Shared only when one needs hope.
These wishes need only to lift our spirits
To pursue them would be to grope.
The well, it sits there waiting,
Waiting to hear our needs and wants.
And when it knows our heart's desire
It commences with its darkened taunts.
And with our hearts broken we leave
For we can not comprehend
Why the well enjoys to hold
Such wishes at its end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem