My Part

Once a gold fishWillfully did wishTo be out of waterWithout any fear;For long it stayedWithout breath, butSad! Soul went outAnd never retured;The beautiful bodyFell flat breathlesslyIt was no more wellBody spread dead smell.

Man: Oh! I can’t breathe.Police: So, you must be dead.

StreamDreamTo enlightenWith flowing gem.

FastDiesEach in earth asHopes are still dreamt.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…

RuralFlavorSimpleLove r,But it attracts me muchI’m a man of rural.

ShellsWomb,Precious white stonesUsed by people.