Flowers Of April

When fangs bite my breath

And beckon for my death

I saw a fall of sleet

And fell venomous teeth

Leaf sprout from fissures

And light strikes so demure

Like valley where drought matures

My soul summons for cure

A slowly close my eyes

And everything is out of sight

My spirit calls his vice

To take with me on flight

And when I reached the sky

There grows my memory

Scented and hanged so high

Subdued by stupidity

Finally I reckon my will

There’s no such big deal

Everything is futile

Except the reminisce of the flowers of April