you can save me
im starting to feel that..
summer drinks my grey-blue sea
you would colour that in red..
you would paint that all in orange
make the wind to touch lost leafs...
your hands are cold but heart so warmish
you're laughing when people hiding souls in their sweaters..
covering hands in their sleeves..
i know you're here and you're so close..
its not because of all first cold..
its not because of what i feel
..i know you're here..because
my poems stopped to be in prose
..and i need tea...
sweet tea..