Aquamarine Musings

I showcase my thoughts

like gold fish swimming in an aqua terrain,

flaunting its orange beauty

in sinuous movements,

sometimes playing possum

among floating water plants.

The feel of words in a

foreign-tongue, colonized

yet independent, its liquid

lucidity enchant, my thoughts

come up to breathe, nibbling at edible greens.

Artificially aerated aquariums

spew up bubbles, sustain

my thoughts, swishing tail fins

gloriously, words swim across

the pages, blindly oblivious of

the limiting glass walls

and an alien medium.

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