I could try to sing,
In that beautiful Finnish
But when I try,
Second only to Johanna herself,
An arrow in darkness
Protrudes and singes the burning tongue
With new flame alive.
Is that not what they say?
A piercing in the heart,
Leads to the despair and the sparrow,
Flies out to the lark and gale,
Yo ho!
A new life singing in tongue.
The tongue
Finnish. It may be
Closely related
But Indica,
Land ho, she be!
And not the plant either.
A more meaningful type
Will reflect and regret
Never spreading more so.
