The Whitest Sails Flapping
Harsh are the winters
in North America and one
must drink hot coffee
or chocolate to revive
himself, not to let his bones
freeze and possibly crack.
By a window frosted with snow,
one sees mountains and vallies,
even an occasional hungry deer,
or a groaling scary grizzly bear
looking in the open trash can.
My inconsolable glance is fixed
on that white blanket when
a snow flower winks at me,
it's sadness is lack of sunlight
as we both lament meadows
that stretch under splendid skies.
Dreaming sets no limits whatsoever,
it's a boundery as infinity as space,
venture into it, excitement awaits you;
when winter refuses to leave,dream!
Perhaps tonight going to sleep,
I'll dream of the whitest sails flapping
departing for the Mediterranean Sea;
o starless night, breathing in mysterious
silence, make me dream of Sorrento
as soon as reality vanishes and dreams
begin with the voice of the young sailors
cheering...hoping to find their sweetheart!
Written on 8/11/2017
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