Freedom

The gold fish in the restricted aquarium

constantly kept his mouth open.

Was that to breathe or eat?

Perhaps that, or perhaps the desire

of tasting the seawater to which

he once belonged

 

He could have been a prey

to sharks or killer whales,

but the dangers of the deep sea

seemed trivial to this prisoner

of comfort who longed for his freedom

in the salty ocean

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