To Shamil T

Seventh of December
The Islamic New Year
Fourteen thirty two
All trees have a white wear
And snow everywhere
Shamil
please your rap do

Perhaps
your voice
will be heard in heavens
better
than too bored prayers
Don't worry
that this day
will be repeated never
But we have no time
to be unhappy and to die

Let your heart be full by love
Let your mind be full by happiness
What you like to fly above?
Why do create your rap so less?

Be much joyful
Take off a splin
Come to a snowy fog
Forget
where you have been
Be Creating God!