" My Gone Fish"

Sweet lovely fish How solemnly is thy fate? You come from neither days yonder doubt, but pleasant is thy day i grace. Yea! my sweeten fish, whose fancy nature frame my days. Shall i say you're no longer my queen i imagine you were here, i miss thou beyond expression, but thy days of remembrance filled me with sense of hope ! hope!, Of which no words confines, nor soften with, and whose soothing medital melody, interact like the flowing Tyga River. That blew the early morning winds of the west Hamalawi Inconha .