As you tread heavily on a long walk
to rid me from your mind,
you may find a stone well on your path
and down at the bottom, a golden ball
that holds my love for you
Abandoned beneath the water,
next to rocks and a frog that will
never be a prince.
You may see the ball any time
but neither you nor I can hold it anymore.
It’s fallen far too low to stretch in
and toss it away.
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