Beneath the rippled mirror,
Atop the silvery bank,
Lay a world unseen to a logical eye.
Static clusters of snoozing fish
Lounge against the reed beds.
Plants stand tall, brushing the surface
With beady eyes peeking between their gaps.
Glimmers of scales dart around
Like five pence pieces
Swept along by the current.
A few brave souls swim
Against the flow,
Different types with identical poses.
Twisting between the traffic
Comes a striking pink salmon,
Who ignites the mercury stream,
And melts together the colours
Like heated wax crayons.
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A Collection of Poetry Vol. I
PoetryA collection of previous poetry written by me, left the way it was when I discovered it. There are no specific genres or forms to these.
