April's Wind

April's wind ... listen the music

When April’s wind does quietly kiss the rose 

My forgotten days stir my thought’s hue 

Awhile making them shine like sapphire in shows

All obscure knots unravel and break through.

In your sweetest shadow, I meet a new glare,

You inherit all of that crescent's fair traits,

And for me, you are temperate sweet and fair;

This orbit of my weary brain, always feels  

My goodness, witty fairy of the merry lane

You are dancing without a care or stain 

Forgive me, it's vain if you can't feel one's pain 

All mists and smog got gathered to invade

My pondside where my skylark is dismayed

When April’s wind does quietly kiss the rose

My bosom turns to you and sweet repose 

©poet Affaq