It's Monday
The lakes are covered with ice, trees are full with frost. Some people are becoming an important part of my life, while others are getting lost.

It's Tuesday
In my hand, there is a snow flake,
delicacy of this will eventually fall and break. 
Snow is falling from the sky,
piling up in huge mounds.
I can see you coming near me,
making some silent sounds.

It's Wednesday
We are dancing under the moonlight, and watching the sequin-silver stars from our eyes.
That soft smile of you is so charming, and as pure as ice.

It's Thursday
I'm not just me, and you are not just you,
Sky is just not sky, and blue is not just blue.
Like blue is spreading around the sky,
I'm fluttering in your love like a butterfly.

It's Friday
We are on the top of the hill,
The cold breeze is all around.
You give me a cap,
I wear it proudly like a crown.

It's Saturday
You are breaking all the promises,
Just like others.
You are not telling the reason why are you leaving me alone,
Just like others.
You are gone now,
Just like others.

It's Sunday
You stayed in my life as snowflake stayed in my hand,
Just for some time, you made me loved and stand.

I count by meters.*

One, a blurry woman with a black bag
black hair, white clothes
who knows
if she's an old hag

Two, white teeth, black, short hair
folded papers, talking to the others
I wonder
if he's seen me glare

Three, long nose, thick, succulent lips,
flaccid, shiny, black hair.
Big eyes, blue bag, with a tad of flowers
Has she seen me stare?

Four, two loudmouths, east and west.
Murmur here, gossip there,
blah blah and blah,
stop talking or else

Five, three musketeers, east, west, south,
looking at me like I'll growl
squeak and squeak
moan and shriek

Six, one man, one book.
It read: "Hands off!"
I ran up to him
and he vanished.

Seven, one man, one book
One chair, in front of a mirror--
pressed his chin against his finger
He said, "God, let me rest!"

--- and I slept.