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Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower

 

Fish

I learnt to fish as a child
my family taught me so
The days were fun and warm and cold;
The boat was fun, you know.

I loved the waters and the catch 
the fun involved and all
But I hated watching hooks removed
and the gasping that I saw

I hated seeing all being killed
and the gutting I abhored
But come the time to eat them
I had forgotten what I saw

I have not fished for years you know
No desire to
Today I think of loving fish 
and this is what I'd do

If it could breathe I'd hold it
gentle as could be
and inspect every colour
and contour I did see

I would not be frightened to look at their sweet eyes
and I would touch and feel it's body
the softness

gentle stroke along the side

I would inspect the scales;
One direction I would go
How many were there?
Was the question I wanted to know

I would love the little fish
That let me look at it
But today the love I give
Is the freedom of the live

I do not need to touch
the fish
or look so close at all

As

The waters that I do live by
are deep and fluxing blues
and filled with life,
of teeming life
of underwater true

To see them sometimes is a gift
A school of baby fish
My heart is joyous
with this;
true and simple gift

And now I know the Oceans
full of tiny fish and more
A world hidden by waters,
the love protection force.

I know what fish do taste like,
I know how they do feel,
I know that I am happier
with their freedom being real.

I love little fish,
I love them all so much !
That in this very moment
I have decided not to touch.

 

By Anna

A Citrine Flower

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