A torso made of blue
Connected with fins of red
I thought of the blue as the Moon
I saw the fins represent light
Combine these two and his name was created
Moonlight
Betta was his type, Aggressive was his personality
When put in a tank with others
He would attack
So to avoid conflict
He was alone in one tank
But loved by many
One day his wonderful red fins started to fall apart
His mystical blue scales began to fade
Then the day came when his beauty left us
The day tears were shed by many
The day I lost Moonlight...
Now all I have left of him is an empty tank and a moon that
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My Poems
PoetryThis is a book of all poems...Combined! That basically summarizes this whole book...To anyone who reads this I hope you get a little bit of knowledge through these poems, or enjoyment... anything you gain from this will make me happy either way! Any...
