[] The Pinky Pen []

[] The Pinky Pen []>At an early morning,I seen the moonshaped like an alphabetical archAn arch like the one on the boats, but,this is glowing with lots, more lightsIt has habitsat each end of the month (sun and moon calendar)it delays to reach to the morningkisses the lights of the day, and it’s scheduledIt’s love that gives  the crops,When planting seeds in meFeeds me the nice witty morning,fighting the love of the nights,passes slowly and slowly and slowlyfiltering, forming the nice smells,poor it in crystal glasses of the flowers hearts,early morning smells grate on the lungs, fills my field with flowersThe calmness and water runs between, toInitiate loveThat last and stay ever moreI knew how the nights leaves,I know how the sun rises from the east,Color linked with the sea to gave the grate creature's life will than gave the sea facials, with two great stars,A Great love and the depth of beautyblindly obeysWhat I could be said, to the real meaning of loveI accept facts of logicsKeep for me those letters of lovewhen I write loveYou take the place of the pinky pen----------------------------------------------------}----------------------------------------}----------------------}Sun of Sa Written September 19th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 08:02 PM PST, ِِAli M.AlSaihati   0 • 8