When the paintbrush of the day is tucked away and the sunset dipped in the forest of the night the moon wanes and waxes down the hills of starsΒ Β atop that shady wrap.
Who peeps in where the sleeping beauty wakes is any one guess nor it's a amateur's business.
Far from the half lit astral canopy any bucket loweredΒ Β deep down on the ground into a barrowed well of colours comes up with a Joseph of Cannon the firesome story goes on. The same fire burner is also the same fire extinguisher Alexander the Great intrigued life water cool serene cup of Ab-e Hayat elixir!