Quiet sorrow eyes.
Quiet sorrow eyes,
why your dilated pupil seem so many miles away?
on this wonderful spring day,
as the colorful tulips emerges from the earth
and the gardenia fragrant vaporise the air
as the rose buds quench its thirst.
The steam arose from the coffee cup
as you glance at your watch every so often,
you sat alone in the cafe shop.
your quiet sorrow eyes tell a story,
and your body collaborates its suspicion,
without asking for permission.
Oh where is spring?
April showers sank our tulips,
deep in the ground,
as the green grass
struggle to surface its sharp edges
white blanket of snow crotched the path,
as it suffocates its view.
the sleazy rain bend the branches of the oak tree
blackbirds sit in the tree of white snow
as human baffled fearful thoughts,
about this wintry January weather.
a mother wipe her baby nose,
as the furnace knob move up a notch
and grandpa reach for the scotch.
Frosty the snowman
stands alone in the park bewildered
another month of heavy snow, and sleek
it's definitely no sign of spring.