" My Gone Fish"

Written by: melvin beckley

     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 .