A Latent Thought

The winter is frowning its icy eyebrows
for the wind walks on snowy peaks, and
the crazy dawn open its doors
to let the rose-pink sun rays come in
when the sun spreads its orange wings

Over the straws of the thoughts,
I find the dry leaves of the forgetfulness, and
reshuffle all the straws to free all foggy memories
from clutches of draconian past
to let them fulfill their commitments

In the dark shades of frustration,
I had lost all my hopes
then, I use enlargement glasses to see them
if they could bloom again, and travel
with my dreams to chase the wind