Cursed with a lying smile,
she swims slowly by the glass
like dying hands
sliding down a broken window;
to be observed, not to be saved.
she swims slowly by the glass
like dying hands
sliding down a broken window;
to be observed, not to be saved.
She is a lucky one, though,
if captured life is worth living.
The day they took her from home
blue waters ran red
with blood of those she’d known.
if captured life is worth living.
The day they took her from home
blue waters ran red
with blood of those she’d known.
Memories of the cove;
the cries;
all that was lost,
haunt her while she performs,
as she brings smiles to unknowing faces.
the cries;
all that was lost,
haunt her while she performs,
as she brings smiles to unknowing faces.
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Eahc poem from top to bottom just get better and better; I love your flow of poetry and how you've been able to eave it through nature in comparison to life; that poor dolphin though; it really makes me cry.
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