The Malady

By Vinnie

When the sun was warm ..

Of the cherry blossom, I dreamed ..

When the windows were misty and grass dewy ..

I danced under the drops, another dream ..

When the leaves were knocking on my door ..

The feathery snow caressed my face, yet another dream

When in the clear sky, I searched for the same constellation and thought they had fallen behind ..

It was the malady who told, it was me who had ..

By Vinnie