Dear Shelly

 Do you want to come my whistful land? 

Ah, it's quite far on the giggle Moon, 

Escorted by the tall snowy mountains.

And neighbours to the joyfull sky.

Do you want to come My wistful land? 

O! come in the cloving month of May, 

Whilst narcissus open her hairs 

To kiss of love day,

When Demjok would wear her's  wedding band.

And the blue joy: celibates his birthday.

In sweet early hours of the May.

O! if you truly come aye! come by Airway, 

Kia! coming here is naught an enfant play.

Ame! you've to pass throu cliffs and ridges, 

Then by a series of wooden -bridges, 

Everything here is cooler; we use not the fridges, 

O! my little cottage is situated in this virgin valley, 

Where wind blows slowly up the alley. 

Forget not our land is famous  for hiking,

Go on donkey or with hound to far tramping, 

Or you might like to climb the magnetic hills, 

Where celestial Music do often thrills, 

Upon the breasts of these solitary hills.

Come by water as "Sheba daughter"

Took her sandal in velvety hands, 

While passing over sleek pool of the bliss, 

O! come to My hamlet of sand dunes, 

At monsoon's a season of loves smiles and cheers, 

And take pretty snap with me, 

A make a sweet memory: Dear shally!

I've narrate to you in great glee

The tales of my stormy