Turtle : HSP 1

If you look past all the mirror images

Truly you will find your soul 

For it is contained in a square-shaped sphere

Open to all its mind and heart


Now look towards mysterious cawr

And see the auburn tint

Find all of its depths

And follow the scent


Look, look again, find the secret men

They lay on pillows in the sand

Whistling tunes of faraway isles

And tilting their heads to little sounds


Confusion and an air of delight

Swish, swish goes the cardinal

Open arms only to magic wands

Play to the silent harm


La-di-da, la-di-dum

Sing a song on purple and green rum

Feel the sun as it cools my face

Ah, the tingling of the turtle race

◄ Rough Day

HSP 2 ►


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