.
Three is one
and one is three
In hands young and old
You hold the Key
.
Let it hail, let it storm
Let Thunder clap
In a million pieces
break the olden trap
.
And I shall rise above
like the Sun in Spring
With warmth and love
New poems sing
.
And fall again
Into my doom
Away, give way
to Mother’s Bloom
.
Lee
.