Wishing Well

Maybe in the garden
I will be,
to sit with my heart
so silently,
and find my face
staring back at me,
from the well in which
I peer.

And there at the bottom
does a penny sit,
its shiny face
no longer lit,
for how long
has it been there
with that secret wish?
I know was thrown by me.

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