Fish Garden

by Abbya


We are as simple as the common 
dust on the roadside flower.  

In the fish garden where love runs 
Even the king’s horses turn to salt.

Pluck me a rose, darling
From the fish garden, sweet as you.  

Leave strangers at the door knocking. 
Gather the silvery thoughts and words 

Of the moon; serve me your rose
Away from this night of many eyes. 

Fish Garden by Abbya

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