It Could Get Warm Poem by Manonton Dalan

western wind must have folded
leaving creatures in winter cold
maybe sand is good nesting ground
bit chilly, when the sun is gone

i throw my sighs up in the sky
wondering and relaxing my eyes
yet, truly can't seem to get over
still here, it's mean to linger

waiting til the sun to shine
and arms hit double one
but maybe i lost the charm
another day, it could get warm

...uhmmmm...maaa... i miss you
feliz navidad