Poetry for fish

Just a place where I let my mind go.
Small stories about big feelings.


18. 4/8-2018


Hope reaching the touch of the sky

The clouds smiling down at them while peacefully seeking out

The last trail of rain before the sun dries

Everything to dust.


Fingertips running on a landscape full

Of valleys, hills, mountains, rocks and grass

Trying to get away or find

Whatever they may be seeking.


Colors, imagination and minds racing against each other

Smiling at each other, as they all laugh

And continue their little game of

Beauty, creativity and thoughts.


And they stare up at the sun and agree;

They are ready. Ready for another change,

Another setting, another time

Another life.

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