Poems of a Fish
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Last published Wed, Oct 11, 2023
I was born one day, from a little squishy egg
What is this thing called life?
It was given to me by one much bigger than me
He'd swim around us with gentle care
But eventually the time came, so unexpectedly,
When I woke up and he wasn't there.
I was born one day, from a squishy little egg.
What is this thing called time?
Without him, the days passed
and the plentiful others dwindled few
Those that remained hid among grass
growing suspicious of anything new
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Hi, this is an aquatic based poetry series.
I was inspired by the ocean i wake up to every day. I had been seeing it every day of my life and yet I never noticed it. The sea is beautiful and it will outlast us all. So i want to dedicate my fist Poetry to it.
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