Smiling Fish without Lips
By Colin
Deserts in lush jungles pervade into spaces where angels cry tears of pearls and string them into necklaces that rich housewives buy oblivious to the sorrow of their birth and the sun catches the jumping fish that would smile had it lips and drink the essence of the neighbor of humanity ignoring the flaws that hold the hand of malcontent and weep for the dyeing night and mourn the rebirth of the sun whose light illuminates the waters of the soul as stagnate as they are Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 05:00 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Deserts in lush jungles pervade into spaces where angels cry tears of pearls and string them into necklaces that rich housewives buy oblivious to the sorrow of their birth and the sun catches the jumping fish that would smile had it lips and drink the essence of the neighbor of humanity ignoring the flaws that hold the hand of malcontent and weep for the dyeing night and mourn the rebirth of the sun whose light illuminates the waters of the soul as stagnate as they are..."