My Dear Unknown(7)

Why must I meet you ?


I hurry now to write you,
Because the time for me,
Is like diamonds for riches,
And water for a thirty.

I will do this long way,
For kids who are waiting:
That words shall become facts
And life shall become pleasure.

I follow at all times,
Your more than great work,
Where nights become days
And complains are ignored.

I am the same as always,
But permanent decoding,
Your dear words for me,
I learned your wish, like mine.

Suntwin

My Dear Unknown(6)

HATRED AGAINST MY COLOR.

I hate my white skin color,
For, I encountered, read and saw,
The bad behavior of some people,
Against the other colored people.

In theirs sensitive hearts,
The large bloody wounds,
Opened by "white faces",
Are deep for a soon healing.

So, all can now intend,
Why my enormous love,
Can't bloom with daily water,
And soaked in sadly tears.

I'd like so much to learn,
Why must die pure feelings,
For all unpunished crimes,
Done by the "white faces",
And charged on my poor soul??

Suntwin

My Dear Unknown(5)

Worries for the best soul.

I am so worried for you,
I am exact afraid,
Since, i read your great fight
And so much wicked deafness.

You are in front of many battles:
For childrens' wellbeing,
Or young's people,
Or exploited women.

For starving kids or people,
For thirty beings,
For homeless,, jobless, or stateless
And even for imprisoned hearts.

I can't survive to image me,
The gloomy end of so a fight
A youth neglected or sacrifices,
As all defenders travel.

For help you now, I can't escape,
Because a daying dragon,
Decided: "Without my special milk,
Will be burned, also a whole life-work".

Suntwin

My Dear Unknown(4)

I'm now decoding.

I'm still tired,
And couldn't right notice,
Who was the precious person,
Who postponed "Celebration".

Don't worry dear giant,
For me was even far worse,
When my best friend refused me,
And even became dump.

I already sent wishes,
To whom is very afraid
Because of poisonous snacks,
Which counts theirs shortly days.

In my too dark day,
Appear some splendid stars,
Kids, wishing their second mother:
"Many happy returns of the day"
Suntwin

My Dear UNKNOWN (3)

News from world meetings.


At my arrival at home,
I was too and very tired,
For explain you that:
Stupid people is overall;

How miserable events,
Can succeed on great meetings,
Where appeared kids,
From your dear country.

One showed that all kids,
Will learn,from the first class,
To write and read on laps.
Then followed the lovely kids.

For me was great,
To see theirs little hands,
To move on these devices,
Trying to show theirs power.

But badly voices as a storm,
Were laughing as some mads.
To so a dirty behavior,
My tears couldn't dry.

Suntwin

My Dear UNKNOWN (2)

THE COLORS OF THE FLOWERS.

The colors of Yours flowers,
Is the same:
As a great living pleasure,
As that of a pure blood.

As that of a clean thought,
As of a burning volcano,
As of the promised words,
As of a happy love.

As of the wanted kisses,
Embracing and caresses,
As of the youth time,
As of all times of love.

Suntwin

My dear UNKNOWN,(2)

The color of the flowers.

The color of Your flowers,
Is the same as the one,
Of a great living pleasure,
As of a pure blood,
As of a clean thought,

Returne to the best.

My Dear Unknown (1)

There are missing 18 hours,
For flying in the sky,
Carryng yours sweet greetings,
To your loved ,lost kids.

I will send theirs news,
To play and stay quiet,
Because joy of parents,
Are records of children.

My exhausting way,
Will be done forever,
Because in my mind
You're my most dear kid.

SUNTWIN