how is this possible
a goldfish unable to swim
a sun struggling to shine
there must be a pond
or a sky
somewhere
where
with open arms
waters befriend the born swimmer
sky succors the star not to succumb
the sun-flower smirking at the sun
the sand molesting the fish
even in their blues
the golden creatures in me
keep glowing
in the hope
of a patient ocean
catapulting a pleasing sky
the goldfish and the sun
waiting to be
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