An evening with coffee

In the rainy evening of this day,

I started to wander the sky with stay.

A sip of coffee accompanied my mood,

what can I ask for except the skies blued.

as it passed my memories wandered-

the far away desert responded.

it requested me to stay in my memory,

as it stayed I started to form a story.

it was that the campfire was set in the desert,

the orangish smile of my love became a art.

I can't help it was just a memory,

but to say it helped me form a story...