April poem
Here comes the good Samaritan,
here acts
the exorcist,
the magic
wand
dries the wintry
bed.
April comes
anew
touch of
the cool breeze
ward off
sombre and sad,
hooded mood and
discomfiture,
you wipe off running sweat ;
believe anguish also
runs,
lean against the
wall
in the
balcony, expect
the breeze
stays ever,
April showers already
on the way, Sparrow’s
chic serenades on your
pot’s pet of
Roses,
your tomorrow already
came.
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