Ragtag Daily Prompt 03.06.2026

Fountain

Fountain—
water remembering
how to rise even after falling.

A quiet miracle
repeating itself
without applause.

Coins sleep
at the bottom,
heavy with wishes
people were afraid
to say aloud.

I have stood beside
old fountains,
listening—

wondering
how many broken hearts
have whispered
their ache
into the splash
of borrowed hope.

Perhaps healing
is a little
like a fountain too—

not still,
not perfect,
but moving.

Circling grief
until it softens
at the edges.

Returning 
again and again
to what matters.

Even dry fountains
remember water.

And hearts,
though cracked,
still carry
the memory
of flowing.

With love

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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