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| Three coins in the fountain Frank Sinatra (1954) Association: the 1950s Sappy silly love story in a romanticized Rome. Ah... but the fountain... the quest... for love, some love, perhaps even a fake love... Oh, the unrealistic 1950s. Oh, the angst! The tune is catchy and the idea of hopeless love abounds in my poetry. this loss of hair and sanity, what was never mine; three small coins, now worthless, that I toss, resigned. (24 syllable couplet: 13/11) This is a flash ficton I wrote on the recurring theme of foolish awkward love. "I will never be fooled [79z] (299 words)"  It was your smile, Zmitri, that illuminated starless skies on your last day there, the lines on your face erased by the indigo glow of the pulsating sun. Did anyone know? I knew. Your exile had been necessary. Only electromagnetic clouds prevented you from returning after a hundred revolutions around that minor star in a dismal corner of a third class galaxy, your patience worn thin. You had prayed to the one thousand gods you had met, begged one to come to your aid. Not one answered and there you remained staring at nothingness. I prayed too, that you would soon heal, you, the smiling jester of a hundred disguises that befooled the galaxy's chumps, but had never duped me. Had you finally come to your senses. Had the storms inside you abated. Were you ready to leave the cocoon of denial you wrapped around yourself. Had you any remorse for that moment when you crossed the line that must keep us apart — two entities rotating around each other, never to become one yet sharing a common destiny — linked forever. Did you ever think of me? You morphed where no one could see you, there on that empty world under empty skies. You felt anger ebb and filled the gaps with longing, if only to be rid of those shackles that chafed at your existence. What seemed like an eternity passed until the inner and outer storms abated. Did you know that they were related? You lifted, free at last, as calm gave flight to translucent wings. You flew towards me propelled by photons, riding the waves of stardust, blue gossamer against an uncaring void. I embraced you with joy. Now that three millennia have passed you laugh at your former trespass. I recite this tale to remind you. © Kåre Enga [177.79z] (23.mai.2020) Lyrics: Three coins in the fountain, Each one seeking happiness. Thrown by three hopeful lovers, Which one will the fountain bless? Three hearts in the fountain, Each heart longing for its home. There they lie in the fountain Somewhere in the heart of Rome In:
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