A Fountain of Fortune

Flickering dreams emanate within; A cauldron of eternal hope resides. None shall dim its flame, None may rue the day.
Frivolous opposition subsides, Shallow dreams die. No longer shall they fly, No longer can they hide.
Wishful thinking gives birth to a sunrise; Honest living amounts to no surprise. Watch as all hope survives, Watch as the morning frost subsides.
In no time, all feelings of dismay go away; Hopeful visions always find a way. Let go of suspicions, Let go of interpretations.
Only the bright light of what is remains; Where flickering dreams return home, A place to be reborn, A space to hurt no more.
Your empty cauldron finds solace in her creation; Your sacred center rejoices in her pleasure. Release her noble senses, Restore her plucky perspective.
None shall dim its flame, None may rue the day.
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