my mind is an ocean of letters like a restless sea. its aspires sometimes as a secret another charming poem , to write together, to share some hot breaths, to face the daydreams of the sleepless nights. it waits on the shore of an unknown river under a flowery tree which really not exist. then before the opened mind, storms would remain shy without enough speed sky would hide herself as a willing pouring rain inside the in depths of eyes.