I spread my mind upon the table

To pick a thought or two

Piling for the gloomy winter

Sunburnt memories in azure blue.

I usually hide them in a notebook.

It has a thick, impenetrable sheath

In the inside, smooth, elastic leaves

Forbearing to disenchantment and cynicism.

They curve around the words

Strain the thoughts of the mistakes

Spring from a transparent surface

Sea breeze and crystal clear love.

My fingertips caress its lines

I treasure my feelings so far

Salty dewdrops slide from

The petals to the glade of heart.