The day was felicitous
The children are no longer children
The young plan is no longer little
The plan of those days was a picture of an imaginary city
Every new day, we picture
Those imaginary city full of feverish
We pray about them
We work towards them
Those imaginary city are friendishly beautiful
The finch wake up very early at night
Then starts tracing those imaginary beauty
The finery are worn on those days of imaginary city full of diamonds
Those diamonds are shiny and beautiful
A fitful night sleep
We relax on the bed
To enjoy picturing those beautiful imaginary places
Those imaginary city are beauty
And it takes Grace to locate them