Though written as an uncomplicated children’s rhyme, the selection’s epilogue serves as the manifesto for my creative desires and the prompting to launch my own blog. Today, I am still a goldfish in the tank, but with some hopping and flopping, some practices and postings, I hope, some day soon, I’ll be living my dream, free as a fish in the streams.

The Vernal Rain

An experimental, mushy play of words with an overstretched monorhyme, unfortunately lacking as much clarity as the depicted weather.

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