XD I think I'll do that Bloo
(this poem is almost too sad for my taste. It was supposed to be happy... :P )
The Rescue
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It was but a memory
Growing up in sun kissed farms
Living among loving plant arms
In pristine waters
Now dying in filth
I struggle for breath
For to miss any is to fall towards death
As the shadows move closer
Water sloshes
My prison is picked up
Warm hands cradle the cup
Lively eyes peer in
As I wish for a quiet release
For this pain to cease
And heaven to ensue
Before passing on
I find myself in nirvana
Where green plants grow
And warm waters flow
My wish has been granted… so I let go