Full Moon
.... looking through the sky....
the crescent i wonder why is darkly.
..... God, I thank you
am never a saint to envy
Lord, sleep my tears as I feared
and let not no sorry full my life...
.........dear baba...
even though my word are scanty with you,
I have no reason not be as you..
you made what I need my dear.
what else will I need from they....?
why should I be ungrateful
I had my dear mummy...
it's a good-morning I feel not only better
but own my dreams..
my precious Rita
I learned so much from a promising Wednesdays
when will I see my on the Fridays
as you turned my Tuesday a ruddy..
surely, the sky our limit
Rita, will you hold my gold
o ye, our Saturday will soon come
o ya! I made my life simple in full moon...
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