27 June 2014 / 29 Sha’ban 1435

It’s the old man stopping to smile
On his stroll through the park
At the four sisters’ reverie

And the sudden cool breeze
On a still summer’s day
Waltzing through the trees

And the sudden music to my ears
Perfectly Canon in D
Played on the strings of my memories

When again I’m hopelessly in love
Because the world’s romance fills me.