For P and Q two little orange goldfishes, In a colorful Translucent bowl Life goes round and round In endless circles Of jovial delight Playing hide and seek Seek and hide, Around little shells Tirelessly Relentlessly Nibbling each other’s Gills In playful thrills Till day turns night And night day In timeless rotation They travel
Isn’t she lovely That lonely little rose Standing all by herself Swaying by the breeze Of emptiness Isn’t she pretty That singular little rose Playing all by herself Dancing to the music Of completeness Isn’t she wild That tiny little red rose Blooming all by herself Bathing in the sunshine Of white happiness Isn’t she
It’s hazy outsideAs the glass skyscrapers yawn in languid aweAnd the first streaks of broken sunshinePeeps through the distant dunesI see nothing beyondThe loneliness ahead in our lives…Running sad rivulets,Along my fading memories.But then I stare,At this adorable young lady,Sitting across my roadside table,Cross legged and fancy freeIn the spring of her youthDemurely,Sipping coffee,In slow
