In what can I trust?
In the Black, of your eyes,
like particles of dust,
delighted and free, dancing in skys...


On what can I rest?
On the Blue of your smile.
like a hopeful bird, building his nest,
on banks of nile...


And what, can I take?
The White, of your hands.
So nice a future we'll make,
and how long it stands...

Iman Fani 2000