Salmon Lament
The hour glass is less than
than full.
Time seem unpleasantly sweet
but cruel
Loose angelic winds blows
uncertain.
Seasons assails and deliver it's
final curtain.
Our voyage home we navigated
so well.
Past sea ways of long ago where ships
once sail.
Tired eyes will be blanketed with coins for
final payment.
Time signatures dance,between the measures in concert
during the salmons lament.
than full.
Time seem unpleasantly sweet
but cruel
Loose angelic winds blows
uncertain.
Seasons assails and deliver it's
final curtain.
Our voyage home we navigated
so well.
Past sea ways of long ago where ships
once sail.
Tired eyes will be blanketed with coins for
final payment.
Time signatures dance,between the measures in concert
during the salmons lament.
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