By Kenj The fish of Saint Anselm Rivers as so wild flow, fish no power but to follow Up to the sea the journey ends yet a new starts As born they think a home first and ever to last Time passes, to change the perfect they want not ‘Ve heard the fool to St. Anselm, in hands the betters Hence the mind from the unknown freaks and fears As elder fish travel connections with youngest drops Poor fish their only wish the destination late to reach So far so impossible the find just by mind only to perceive Pressure on ears as down soo high on eyes as deep so dark

Scenering Over the lake the moon's shadow could glow Wavey eyes turned the place into a lightful one Ages of darkness years of blindness were over The cure of seightful blind to see through others Green and fresh were only the first ever sensed by the force of breeze, trees so good so smelled Dews over the leaves as shining diamonds lighted Hugs got the ice on fire where both got Man burnt As such flame of sun’s heat over the poles needed Otherwise the Icebergs for us earthquakes ‘d caused

The magic of night My moon you are too far But still you brighten my night There are next to you lots of stars Could they know your value the much I do I knew there was a way to reach you there all could yet, I am still much away What I might be doing if all the means were in vain Dear you there hope you take action But the big question You may ask why you Kenj I may you tell, there wont be A man whose heart was waiting you Whose mind was thinking of you Whose age and the left years were And, and still, still devoted to adore and be loving Who could feel your value Much, Better than the other