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...