Dissonance
It’s Spring
Its zephyr, at the dawn,
Is tickling the leaves of trees
And the rustle sound produced
Rhymes in harmony
With the muffled souls
Felt released to chant with birds
Letting the rivers flow and ripple
And roses and jasmines,
Queen of the night, scent heaven
The gentle rays illuminate the scene
On those spring lawn
Letting the weeds blossom wild
All engaged in symphony
Except she
She is sitting on her balcony
Shacking in chills and numb
Under her grey sky raining indifferency
Still sighs the previous autumns
Be like a withered leaf
Suspended
On a barren tree.
So-calledpoetry of Biba @2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 