In a foreign city
by the wish fountain's edge,
she appeared,
a chance encounter,
her eyes holding a silent promise
she placed a coin in my hand,
its surface warm, alive with the moment,
I took it, but lost in her gravity, I had no wish beyond
the warmth of her presence,
the coin fell, sinking,
a silent prayer among many
then as twilight wove its shadows,
we parted ways,
our paths drifted into the crowd,
silent, as though the world
had nothing more to give,
now, years later,
under a sky of scattered dreams
tonight the stars are shimmering
like coins in a fountain,
and I have not forgotten
to make a wish.
Image Description: A close-up of water splashing down from one level of a fountain to another. Sunlight makes the water glitter. The fountain is a dark gray color.
Credit: John Wilson / Unsplash via Webador
About the Author
As an introvert, Raven Branhard (he/him) finds his voice through writing about his interactions with the world. Raven is a British citizen of Persian descent, and his upbringing was shaped by travel across Europe and Asia due to his father's work as well as political circumstances. Raven's poetry explores a range of social interactions and emotions, encompassing themes of love, longing, joy, and contentment. Read more of Raven's work on Threads under the name @ravenbranhard.
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