Wish you prime of the moon
Alice, convert your sweet cottage like a shrine, Every day begins with the song of the purple martin. And an early guest to you is like the sunshine The musk roses grow only in fertile gardens. Meet the guest at your door with a laughing, Of course you have a right to raise a good question, In feast or famine or in the blessed month of fasting Service to humanity has its reward in the resurrection. A glass of raspberry juice that you offer to one By your sweet hands in the days of your unmarried youth It's as like a merry tune in the beach sands On the floor of earth there are few days of amuse And entertain, and then only doom and gloom I am glad and wish see the prime of the moon ® All rights reserved with poet ---Affaq