By A.Abdullahi
I saw a hanny Rosy Rose. More sweeter than the Honey comb. I do see Rosy Roses But this Hanny Rosy Rose Smelled out the fragrance of a strange Beautiful Rose.
I saw a Hanny Rosy Rose That is more sweeter than Honey comb. In the tunnel of my darkness I saw the smoke that light-up my faith.
I saw a Hanny Rosy Rose.
That is sweeter than Honey comb. The pregnant Rosy Hanny Rose Came with four sweeter Roses. The first, like the mother hen. That shade the chick & hen from hawk.
Walahi! I saw a Rosy Hanny Rose. I desired to knot down and take to Jannah. But she left to Levant and cause. Me, leukaemia of the heart.
A.Abdullahi