My Dear UNKNOWN (14)

A little about me.


I wrote you more than fourteen letters.
I wanted a marvelous picture park.
But "Time" is very short and small,
And "LOVE" is without end.

In a near, next time and future,
Will be space, for hundreds ones
And also thousand of caresses,
That your poor soul needs.

Don't be afraid of me, to run a wrong way,
Not even towards sky,
Because a liqueur make me well
And then I feel myself revived.

I dreamed you as I knew you:
Most diligent of all the scholars,
Most clean of all the hearts,
For never can to be forgotten.

I felt myself for a long time,
As a white single pigeon,
Flying in sky,toward your kids,
Asking a scale to rich them all.

But I was sure to find you,
Staying close by theirs brothers,
What for I am preparing,
Means for retain them on the earth.

It is a pity, to abandon whatever:
Your rich and pretty countries,
Your motherland,friends and remembers,
To leave now all, in strange and dirty hands.

SUNTWIN