Teira Naahi

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Ch 3

I was standing on my head

Looking at the things you said

Three pint and beer stood over there

Yet still you seemed quite weird

I have heard a tale 

Of the turtle blue

The yellow rose

And the giants shoe

I saw no rhyme

That reason found

Yet kissed the toad

With heathen sounds

Now that sound did bound

Around the ground

And the ground did come alive

That life brought death

That death brought life

Dark light

Pale glow

High hills 

River deep:

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