Harmony

A disconsolate lullaby uttering

And a desolate silence yelling

Here waiting on my knee, bravely and lustily

Between the arms of a mulberry tree,

Feeling relieved after a hard grind

Making love with the harsh north-wind

With every pump of my heart

An occupant soil is grinning

With its dark teeth and wrinkled lineament

If that envious traitor knew who lays on it

Would it merrily bray like a content mule

Though like a loving thrush, it must scream and pule

After every step on the garden

A fine music heard and my veins harden

I see an orchestra, set up

Hyacinths play the violin roses the trump

Conducted by grapes, my grief loosens on every thrust

For the final curtain it needs a sparkling blast

Suddenly, I realize I lack a bow tie

Intensely, I look into that black eye

Brooding, should I smile or cry

Admiring, never seen an angel such shy

I see a child, happy and bright

Caressing his cat, source of delight

I feel a bulk in my pocket

Illegible writing, a ring without socket

A leaf falls beneath me

Such yellowish

Another falls, twist of glee

Be it black, I wish

A delicate perfume is what

Placates the delirium

A road of thirty-seven mile

Returning from the exile

A snowflake floats, edgy particle

It rhymes with the lines of my chronicle

Is anybody there?

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