Dew Drops

Fondness of winter season,

Fell as the dew drops.

Curls danced in the breeze,

In the moonshine of the century.

Though the curls eclipsed half of the face,

Poems of her glances,

Awaken the sun even in a foggy morning.

 

To rest as a painting.

Art that longed many births,

Bowed the sun in the winter breeze,

Art that longed many births.