Aprils At Home Poem by Along Bar

In the spring season's mornings,
when the exotic flowers blooms;
when scented winds breezes all over,
My captured heart gets freed.
When the children plays,
when their voices turns into soft laughters,
My innocence too comes alive again.

In the spring season's evenings,
while I hear a bird sing a tune
A heart-touching, the most peaceful one;
I am too forced to whistle along.

In the spring season's night,
In my rain-drenched dreams,
I still see your first gaze
In the quietest of the windy dawns,
I still do hear your heart-warming voice.