Every Spring Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

A canker of shame, works within,
guilts are digging grooves on body.
Erase the memory to be able to rejoice...
You feel the animal rides soul.

A melody similar had recognized
and destroyed by the breath wild.
With lust passions, himself is hated,
money does not pay up the egos.

Melody shown by people as dissonance,
cacophonous the existence as if it had been born.
Pure look speaks with fury of wolf
with war survives to understand.

With a Resurrection the universe rewards
those whose the confusing reach to amen.