I hope that I could travel into different places
With the ocean, seashore, and everything I embrace.
I wish I could hold those little flowers of cherry blossoms
Or be in paradise where gardens in bloom.
I plea that I could stay inside a book;
From where my savior built his nook.
We could fight the monsters, ogres, and ugly creatures
Or runaway when everything turned failure.
I'll beg that coldness will leave
And warmth be good as tea.
'Cause in frost sometimes I heave,
Mountains behind fogs, I should see.
Maybe, I am too ambitious;
There's no way I could have it all.
It's just that I dreamt-I'm curious;
How it means to be purposeful.
YOU ARE READING
Just POETIQUÉ
PoetryWere you lonely? Were you sad? Has everything been bad lately? Unlike the beautiful times you've had. Smile with me. Cry with me. Get mad with this soul. Maybe we'll find a way out of the cold. -JAM MARIANO
