Sharp and silent on Sunday morning,
Love is not a string where people can swing,
Along the way line as we treads to reach where our souls can sing,
A costly stuff stands to view,
Who's about to grab my emotional preview;
As we all share a bunch of smile,
A costly wait and surprised to win her style,
Round-baked eyes so charming,
Her hair curls nor lose but plat in normal way,
Raper's so unique and tied short;
He snatched his glass and intend to view as much,
She turned my proposal and believe in slosh
That felt me deep in the ocean of love,
His flashed colour and elevator so attractive, that makes her to sag because of trunch,
Only a money can do such.

She still turn her tiny face back,
Her heart will leave- but her soul will stay,
Only God knows the pain serrating in me that gently day,
She break-up with me and left me in a green bay,
Yesterday she pretend to love,
And today she intends to leave,
This first aware me to become a nieve,
She walked out and gazed at me,
Thinking of her life to be gree;
Suppose the stars stands up and disagree,
Perhaps the leaves will grow in a ranch,
But not for the animals to survive,
Would they be alive?
Nevermind she has gone,
Could it be that her soul would be reborn?
Only a money can do such.

In history, we defined it as a mystery,
Were all the miracles can sing just for money,
And all the hills and valleys will says to his majesty, "Good morning".

#@abdulkarim KareemTuray.