A little girl peers through the glass.
The bowl is full of clear water,
Weaving its way through the glass pebbles on the bottom,
And the plastic diver.
Steadily treading is the goldfish,
Its large eyes observing.
She has soft brown hair,
Small almond shaped brown eyes,
Smooth sun-browned skin.
Three seconds of thoughts.
She has soft brown hair,
Small almond shaped eyes,
Smooth sun-browned skin.
Three seconds of thoughts.
A girl is walking away.
Three seconds of thoughts
Nothing in front of him.
Never was.
Three seconds memory.
Nothing in front of him.
Never was.
*A/N* Goldfishies have a memory span of three seconds.
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Your Heart is My Harp
PoésieYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
