SAM Daily Times

My loveable ferny

By Bewar S Othman

Correspondent, SAM Daily Times

Once upon the loyalty, it came to me.
For the moment I love it to be sent to me.
But it was horrible, my lovable destiny.
There, it is, it is said: your horrible ferny.
I like the rose, and gave to my memory.
So the rose is mine, it is used to be merry.
It is now jovial for the dances of the bee.
It is naked for the moment in the lee.
The innocent bee touched, stung the body.
It proposed to be nice but muddy.
How I wipe out the thorn rainy.

Functional system doesn’t work properly.
Ok, it is said. Think differently.
I left my real majority mainly.
When I wake up, it was horrible moony.
It was a dream, for me, exaggeratedly.