MORNING LETTER

When the morning comes,
I remember the good ones and I am confused.
What is the gift of the good people?
Words or a bouquet of flowers Or the best perfumes?

For me I found you.

           Oh God, generous...
Bless my loved ones with livelihood and longevity.
They are happiest when night and day alternate.
They are good friends...
And among them all one becomes more than a friend And she becomes special to occupy a unique place.

May God bless your morning. Good morning