Gold Fish

From an online blog in Chinese I subscribed to, translated by me…

Looking, at Those Distant Clouds

Do They, Have the Proofs We Desperately Sought

Staring, at These, Star-Filled Skies

Can I, Find the Gentleness of Your Figure

not my photo…

Having Sunken, to Below the Surfaces, I Won’t Shed Another Tear

We, Shall Never Have the Chance, to Meet Up Again Once More

Without the Ifs, We Can’t Have Our Do-Overs

So, there’s, that strong hint of regret in this one, and, the gold fish is merely, a metaphor, for the poet’s state of mind, living inside that glass tank, not being able to go anywhere, trapped, for life!

 not my picture still here…





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