Basking Sleepy Willow Stream


Cheers to the ship that drowns in The clouds,
A wish in a dream that was Found.
The stories were spoken aloud,
Still to this day are passed down.
Lamb of the maker
Whom reads with a sheath,
Able sheep of reason
His wool to lock and weave.
Beat the wings of ibis crane
Kneed the care of mothers mane
Sweeping feet in flight for life
Reaching leap to grasp in time.
Cheers to the ship that may
Drown in the clouds.
A wish in a dream could be Found.
The falcon pursue for it were its Mast,
But aboard there held no crew,
And the ship was falling fast.

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