Close eyes to see the big fish.
by
jade jorndej
One.
Gentle waves of nostalgia.
Maybe have to swim a day.
Maybe take a boat just time by sigh.
There
Man from Pluto may be asleep.
In the morning.
They may also sit and watch clouds.
after midnight.
Wake with the sun at the head.
shadow hide under foot.
smile for a cup of coffee.
fantasy the painting on the air ...
Fish that lose from hand so always big.
The painting aren't start so beautiful as well.
their dreams beautiful.
Two.
Far from there.
Some man from Pluto.
Disguised as a human.
To blend with the environment.
Never seen others friend or lover
Here
just the sand image in mind.
the sound waves whisper ears.
just accidentally heard a Alien accent.
shed tears.
Close eyes to see the big fish.
lose from hand
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