I Found a Three...
And He said to me…
There come a Kin, when the waters change.
Look still to the reeds, they re-arrange…
Near the edge of Sea, there two, you’ll be,
Near the Lark, hear too, the Indian say…
IT, is to be THiS way.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2009
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