The maraschino cherrie and white cake...!

                                         

                                        One cold midnight

                                    Holding memories

When I awaken there's a street light,

     vision of light I saw a snow showering a girl,

She trembled by snow on wee hours,

    she escaping from frigid cold on warm light, 

Her drops of cry brought the Arctic igloos,   

 A little finger wiped her picky nose,

Wrinkling her drenched eyes on the ferocious winds,

     Her hair swaying in the wind to be in front,

Her painful memories did not linger in the bustling air,

     Who's she?

     Could hear the melancholy music,

     A abundant snow is fall like her past,

Her mesmerizing way of approaching a light wish, (midnight wishes)

     I thought

     Her intimacy with loneliness is a precious time, 

 Does she didn't want to lose it,

Something I was imagine she's a imitating clouds,

     Or

     Attractions of blinded cold night,

     Because she brought me out with her,

     That's 'y

 I never miss the whole thing.

   She never distract from the shouting winds,

Solitary night push her along to where she truly belong,

     Never shiver

     Her primitive memories 't gave her time,

White shade of red lips quivering to frigid,

     The long night her tormenting monuments is vanished, 

Her eyebrows Sought,

      It's the tune of stillness.

Upbeat of heart in street light,

      Closing eyes of once, 

      Again seeing The maraschino cherrie and white cake.     

                                     

Those moments of dream is a illusion gifted,

     one more time snow embellished her...!

     

                    -Thiruppathi vaithiyanathaN