There was an angelfish
hard and soft
soft but simple
I think of colors
black
red
blue
white
in the palm of my hand
fluttering around
and then stopped falling
disappearing into
the water
couldn't get over the shock
of the ending
hiding in the rocky of the water grass
A single angelfish
Maybe it was you?
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