-Mint-


When I see the glistening snow, I used to think that the stars were falling.

Frosty and bright, I believed that they need warmth like we do.

I laugh at myself for being so immature.

I know very well that others would too.

When I feel it touch my hand and melt, I thought that they weren't ready.

I tend to stand outside without a coat and find out why.

People often warn me to avoid a chill.

But I still look up, staring at the sky.


A hot cup of coffee and a snug blanket.

A cozy fireplace and the icy view.

The fog on my window when I breathe onto it.

It always brings back funny memories.

Iridescent scenes come and go as they wish,

But still leaving traces of their comfort.

Like the bubblegum with the minty aftertaste;

If it pops, I shall eat another piece.


When I hear that some people are cold and heartless, I get confused,

As I look at those who ignored the world around them, at their pride.

Unconscious to what was and what will be granted to them,

Of the life they're unwillingly trying to bide.

I begin to wonder, whether they'll be without any exception,

Similar to the powdery flake on my hand, if they could melt.

I hope that they can feel the warmth that the snow was looking for;

Even without my coat, the same warmth I felt.


An empty cup of coffee and a tossed blanket.

A lit out fireplace and the writing on the window.

The empty white fields with no one around.

It used to bring back happy memories.

Iridescent scenes come and go as they wish,

But still leaving traces of their comfort.

Like the bubblegum with the minty aftertaste;

If it pops, I shall want another piece.