I Hate Beauty! Poem by Halsho Zangana

Blue color is what I hate,
even the feathery snowflakes.
I despise the breeze that comes
dulls the mind, cuddles the soul,
for I always abhorred what ever belonged to the mountains and all.
and the crying, descending raindrops,
even those clouds those shout and roar.

I never spend a penny, on an umbrella,
I want them to touch my skin,
giving me an overdose of anger.

Then I collapse, hearing the falling
laying there, facing the sky, calling
for a thunder, ruthless, reviving,
savage, resurrecting, revitalizing.