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