Splash
Of ‘The Hell' much is said
- "It is hot; always burns! "
Of April, its shower
- "It brings flower! "
Christmas is wished to
-be white, full of snow.
-Trees are designed to
-have many ornaments
-crystallised branches…
Now, we, are in April
-yet live in a hell with
-branches, everything
-from grass to trees,
-stage wears; icicles
-to remind the prisms!
Icy are the roads and
-hidden are the puddles.
Driving, my tire
-underneath passenger
-fell in ditch, splashed
-mud-water, dirty mix!
-poured, wetting…
Poor person, bundled up
-was waiting for the bus!
Embarrassed and ashamed
-unable I am to, sleep, rest!
Wonder if fault was I! ! !
-or could it be city's?
Of course, not that person
-poor, polite, in waiting
-possibly mad at me,
-even can be cursing! ?
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