poor fish!

You fried my pet fish

Picture:Vladimir Kush

in a cold,cold night

my eyes shamed to be!

In a swift moment 
living was ridiculed 
love vanished

                           The sun that dried my hair

Froze

Turned to ice

Became ice cream

ice cream a Knife in my heart

cut my legs

I was hopping around the cooked fish

breath in breath out

not to die 

from exuberance of living

It's a new dawn
I'm still alive
the fish still flies in the crystal bowl
and me
in my castle 
faraway from you!
                             P.K  Aug,12

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