Monday, 7 July 2014


I saw some fish in disguise,
Some that have no eyes.
I saw the rust in their swim,
Their dance that brightens dim.
A hectic day,
By a river bay.
I saw some life,
Whom which survived.
I breathe air in,
Passing by; a tin.
I sigh.
Should I cry?
But more than all,
Left to recall.
Were reflections of our actions.
In the cloudy water of tension.

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