Spring
on Poetry
It’s raining in my mind,
But the smile never dies,
Feeling showered with fragrance,
In the rain and the fading mist.
I reach for you when I’m high,
But the mountains are quiet,
I can only hear my shivers,
In your cold black sweatshirt.
In the mid of the night,
Your memories come alive,
I search for you in the old days,
In the winter and the spring winds.
Then I go to our shrine,
Where our worlds come to life,
And I feel you and your essence,
Lovin’ me always since that spring…