The True Angle

[] The True Angle [] > On my mined there is a true picture of Angel I drowned it,from scratch put the seen on the seen,add the coloreds in the coloreds. Came out with a gathered of a lovely splash, While I look at my lines of the oily paints, Adding touches joining together, coughing a layer over another, dipp- ings oil on the soil linking a wave to the wave lighting the darkness of the cave having a hope, within the scoop, Might be a pearl in the deep, a terser being in keep diving so deep Getting to the unknowns, or,reaching my sleep crying my soul on my hands, fearing nothing, having no doubts on my land, Crossing my day and my nights, Riding my faith with my sight exploring,a sea after a sea, but,lands somehow don’t look the same, Fingers created deferent to form one ,longer,shorter, never be ashamed,saying those Truth and facts,that must have been, and, there more fact that never was seen,I move my colors quit and as slowly, to keep the margins within the holy, Staying some where,look- ing and hear,Is she The angel,of my thoughts?Is she the one that will never will be caught? Painted picture colores of painter,well, maybe it's hard for one to see, That She,deserve all my tittles, that I ever dear She is my true ang- le -------------------------------------} ---------------------} -----------} Sun of Sa __________I know there always be one and it could be you,, Written September 2nd, 2001 © on Sep 01 2001 11:45 PM PST, ِِAli M.AlSaihati   0 • 8