My hands are cold and numb

But I can make a blanket

Knitted with my dreams

And cover me from head to toe

To warm me

When a cold wind

Freezes my bones


Sun is shining

giving love and hope

To people with no bread

On their table

But false joys coloring their faces.


I’m not pessimist

My hands knitting

Dream after dream

Selling to people lost their homes

I’m a dreamer.


Still I go out and greet

My neighbor who doesn’t see me

But says hello to me

And goes her own way

A way reaches nowhere.



March. 24, 2018

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