White snow
On the eaves,
Crimson hymns
I won’t hum
Not
Behind the doors
I lost
Under a covering
Of frost
Golden memories
Not
Arctic and shivering
Tropic and sweating
I won’t follow you
Not
Blades and bleeding
Thorns and thrilling
I will leave you
Not
Nightingale in the cage
Red rose on the stage
I won’t smell you
Not
2010/1/7
Persian Nightingale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-hymns/
