Yellow Fish
Let the tilted clock reduce its age,
show me true wisdom, so I may rest,
befallen soldier, raised from the ashes of nothingness,
In love and vulnerable, needing to be held,
by the same standards, as my eager heart.
Yellow fish, overly examined,
cries for oneness as time wither away.
Copyright © Behzad T Ami | Year Posted 2023
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