Nature

Watching the alluring shore,

I walk beside the meadows,
to shelter the world of mine;
for the world is deaf,
to the words of heart.

I sat down at the stairs,
roam in the street of thoughts;
while the coffee I hold,
screams till gets cold.

I dance endlessly in rain,
facing the mighty sky;
till my tears soak,
in the immensity of drops.