A collection of poetry, "Silver Moon," by the great poet Ahmed Shabaka. I am not sad, but.. I am doing it slowly, even if I am worthy of it.. There are a lot of people in my family. It is difficult for me to remove it.. There is nothing but easy for me, in love with staying up late nights.. and the nights are a love filled with gold in the treasures. Nothing is worth a gram to me except hearts and tenderness. You can't find me feeling sad and I'm not sad.. but this day is just sad.