Gold,
shimmering by a swimming fish.
I was told... to hold my breath...
waiting for reason under the leaves of changing season
What a fish bowl,
I find to be hiding in,
mind lost in a ocean at whole...
drowning in a Bowl,
when the ocean is surrounding around the hole...out.
A lovely gold fish catches my eye...
a tendency to shy, I try not to hide...
from emotion
I was told... to hold my breath...
under the sea...I see you and I swear I care.
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