J~e~L~e~N~a
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When the sun appears in the East
I make friends with my poety.
I see a golden disc
Right above the blue sea.
A red hidiscus is smiling at me
Is there any body on earth, o sun,
who dose not long for your smile?
No, no body,
I too with you smile
And somthing more;
I want to bow to you
With my heart's
Adoration..............
}¡{ Recommended by jan }¡{
