My empty bowl

August 25, 2011
By Dawn McCormack BRONZE, Bray, Other
Dawn McCormack BRONZE, Bray, Other
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There lie's my empty bowl.
Waiting for a time,
Waiting for a swim,
Waiting for a life.

I call for my empty bowl,
And I'm expecting an answer.
But all i hear,
Is the swirl of a broken heart.

There's the old the older and the new,
The older and old are gone.
But the new is there,
But which one will i choose?

The author's comments:
My first fish i got died, then my next one i bought and i was quite upset and its about the death of my two fish and what kind of fish i will choose next.

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