Snuggling with the silent town
I descend from the heaven
Performing the art like a maven.
Disguised,in the shadows of mist
The fluttering fingers are beckoned to hist
Slitthery, slippery, full of ambiguity
My arrival is marked with certainty.
My wind drives across the hazy streets
As if I’m a tramp chauffeur
I sore high, kiss the sky
And produce a candid laughter.
There are blossoms and their covert whisper
Lurked voices dewdrops, rejuvenating in ether
Sleeping denizens, dreaming for a fair world
As I embrace them,in their covering they curl.
When I bask the sun
And with the ascending darkness of dusk
I’m frost, I’m winter
Seeking your welcome.