Wishing Fountain

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HEKMAT

THE WISHING FOUNTAIN

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HARMONISE . . .

Stick to the beat . . .

Let the music flow through your feet . . . your hands . . . your body and your soul . . .

Let it touch you . . . burn you . . . force you to feel.

Watch his fingers glide across her body. Watch their connection, his movement, her sounds. Don’t let it pass you by. Sit, and stare. Breathe in the sounds and listen to the smells.

Watch the faces, the reactions, the sly glares. Don’t let them break her.

Don’t let them ruin her.

Take the smiles, let them be aware. Let them clean their self-centeredness and consume the good.

Let them wash in the fountain, don’t let them in dirty. Use the fountain, he is staring down at you.

Use It wisely.

Turn around, close your eyes, throw in a coin and make a wish... just let it go. It will come true, give it a go, and give it to someone else. Or do you need it? Don’t turn around. Throw the coin or take it.

The notes of her sounds are soaring through the sky.

Splash.. A note falls into the foundation.

She is beautiful.

Don’t …….. . . . . .

The city is beautiful. .

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Let me feel the sensations surrounding me.

Let me leave.

Let me see the people that sit, that look, that flaneur the people, the streets, and the nothings.

Let the public throw.

Let the public take.

‘make a wish and toss a coin.. it’s yours.’

My hands are open, vulnerable, and weak. Let me wet my fingertips and reach for the shine. I need it, I need you, I need the flaneurs. My true bare hands show. Let them flaneur, let them stare. I need your eyes, your hands, your soul.

Toss a coin, but let him open the gates to the perfume garden… if you wish to take some, it’s yours.’