Poems

=An Ideal Destiny=

 ..... .... ... .. . .. ... .... ..... My father is light,and mother is each of you. He directs me,and she determines me. Dont know why; I'm not bright as dad. My father is synonym of heat, But I spread cold. I become short at noon, and long at evening. ..... .... ... .. . .. ... .... ..... Can you guess who am I... (ans:shadow)

:-)By aps(-: