the lifting of a tender brush

dipping it in a swirl of gold

painting the lush scene

with fine flecks of rose gold;

the love of a tender soul

A goldfish. An animal that might seem plain and ordinary at one glance, but it’s so much more than that.

The girl I once knew

sang merrily while lying on the damp grass,

read stories out loud to her dolls;

played with a bright pink tea set.

But now

she only sings while no one is hearing,