Moon rose, stars shine <br />with all that I played <br /> <br />every right I heard <br />I instantly obeyed <br /> <br />they sleep, they enjoy <br />I woke and I stayed <br /> <br />that grips and that whips <br />the picture that swayed <br /> <br />did not enjoy a song <br />or chirped, cried or brayed <br /> <br />He, who made thy face <br />is worthy to be prayed.<br /><br />Mohammad Ilyas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-68/
