COLD BREEZE

The morning light,
The afternoon breeze.
This beautiful sight,
Of the morning mist.

Wearing a thick jacket,
Avoiding cold sickness.
Hiding on the double blanket,
Running away from daylight madness.

Watching the leaves dancing,
together with the wind blowing.
Holding a cup of coffee,
to warm my freezing body.

Can someone hug my cold life?
Warming my breaking heart.
Leaving this old sight
Looking at this cloudy night.

Leave this unfair world,
Heal my bleeding wound.
Keeping his fluffy hood,
Inside this boxy wood.