With the sounds of a waterfall echoing. The fountain's flow resounds through the place. Established into rock of white, its elegance garnishes the space.
Four doorways surround this fountain, edged into white stone. A place of honour. Adorned to gather one's self in recollection within times of anguish, or times of bliss.
The thoughts of many arrested in the euphoria of the place. The atmosphere is forever impressed by the melody of thought. Yet the echo of the water and the melody of thought creates a symphony, a reverence to honour.
Unceasing meditation through the generations. The wise come, and leave wiser; What glee can be found within this symphony. This fountain of honour, resounding through the silent.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
With the sounds of a waterfall echoing. The fountain's flow resounds through the place. Established into rock of white, its elegance garnishes the space.
Four doorways surround this fountain, edged into white stone. A place of honour. Adorned to gather one's self in recollection within times of anguish, or times of bliss.
The thoughts of many arrested in the euphoria of the place. The atmosphere is forever impressed by the melody of thought. Yet the echo of the water and the melody of thought creates a symphony, a reverence to honour.
Unceasing meditation through the generations. The wise come, and leave wiser; What glee can be found within this symphony. This fountain of honour, resounding through the silent.
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