" 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
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 .