Adin and fairy Alice

There was a man hearding the goats on pasture He was a handsome herder and a flutter. Singing all the day like Asian koel, in blue amber. On day he found a lucky number in summer. Remember: his name was Adin; while laying in asleep In crimson ceiba tree, a Maiden came and sit around And then disrupted his sleep, by a pine leaf. Her face was like pink rose; And man like him; she had never found. Hastly, they fell in love with each other, And fairy said" Adin, I am all yours Now let's walk to My villa of mystries, In the mountains, that will remain yours. Till you hold my hand and love not intrigues" Adin was stunned, when he saw a palace, With perisian carpets on it's floor. Then in central hall, he saw paintings of Alice, The symphonic suite, arts, poems and more. And a circle of pretty slave-girls standing behind, With hands on their breasts so cute and kind. Adin, heard the sweet voic...