No letters on the desk
nor the playlist remained to listen
hundreds of time, one more time.
I knotted a muffler an hour ago
and don't want have a walk to the
nearest pole, today too.
I sipped a glass of water
but lots remained in the glass
looked out of the window, it is orange sky.
May be my friend forgot to click,
he must be playing hide and seek and missed the sky.
Yesterday it was raining now,
I made a paper boat, rushed to out
but my window had not a river
then I flew the boat in the sky.
Now I am off to a nap
I put opened book
over my face.
I smell it, and I slept then.
In my entwined dreams
the only thing I remembered was
the rays of the Sun laminating through my palm.
And this was the Sun of last happy December.