WINTER LOVE

Grasses were wet.
All around were nebulous.
No one knows
when the last drop of water falls.
Badly addicted to the scent of mist
a boy was sitting on the bench praising his lord.
But then suddenly
everything stopped for a while
when she passed by.
Wearing a burqa, face wasn’t covered
she threw a smile at him
which was worth keeping in the Fort Knox vault.
Eyes were like black pearls, lashes weren’t fake.
She was like a dream he's seeing awake.
Having that feeling he'd never felt before
he was like the water of ocean and
she was like the shore.