Bloody April...So Sonorous Poem by Amir Foroughi

First yellow leaves to touch,
Too crippled to see.
I in solitary refinement much
To see if there is even tree.

Nightingale of mercy flew,
Saw my heart as pure as dew.
Prayed the lords to hold me,
Plant seeds of passion and beauty in me.

You died in skies,
Born in the earth.
Wiped all the lies,
Draw in me hearth.

April was the golden time
To see the miracle with rhyme
In your eyes my emerald goddess,
My eternal April.

October has begun,
With a goodbye to all sorrows.
The eyes you put in my head,
Brought flood of tears
With so fears
To the gods and white angels.
Come closer my bride,
Breathe our names,
Out of any fames.
When I scream for you,
Answer me with your dew.
When I beg you to hold me,
Walk to me.

October 21th,
The day of judgement.
My dying bride...