Dear GrandParents In tales you told about a princess Green eyes, long dress, with a gown In class, streets, or at our town I searched to find real of her Got tired of now I sit down Under a tree on a wooden seat Suddenly see a shadow by me passes Then a breeze blows, birds tweet Get my head up, look at the masses "She is, She exists, She is truth" But more prettier than people know Black lips, shallow eyes, plane face hair sweeping floor when she goes Grand pa, she said she knows you Said me ask what now prince do Jalal Dear Grand Parents, Your tales