When i hear waves sound
Crashing fiercely against the rocks
It reminds me of my hidden wrath
That extinguishes on my calm look.
When the trees toss in the wind
Their rustles stir what in me ruined
It reminds me a little bit of my awes
Tossing and turning all day long.
When the birds at the dusk chirp
Triumphing the brand new call
Wake up in me the hope I thought was gone
Once the autumnal night fell its covers on.
(C) S.C.P.Biba
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So-called Poetry of Biba 