O April!
You are the cruelest of
all months!
You know April,
love is a silent killer!
Comes like a sniper,
fires cannonballs into
silent hearts!
Changes them like
erupt volcanoes!
Transforms
every mind,
every moment cancerous
which multiply in
unknown progressions,
chain reactions
and I am sinking like Titanic!
O April!
Please don't torment me
with your flowers yellow,
stop your big bangs!
Kiss my soul
with your warm lips
and let it be one among
your everlasting flowers!
10.04.98
You have a unique poetic voice and you use it well. Ten for this. Warm regards, Sandra
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the intensity of feeling, pain well expressed through metaphors and images, passionate out pouring of a sensitive heart 10 mamta