Blessing In Disguise Poem by Aston Marley

My sweet purplemoon is gone, far away from my reach. She's my angel, the only one who care beyond the naira and dollar.

This is another incoming missile from God, it's a blessing in disguise; the aroma coming from the kitchen of bliss over cloud all negative thought.

From Nigeria to Australia, mingling with the kangaroos; and eating meal with the native tribe. My purplemoon is a blessing visible to my eyes.