Spring Poem by Sina Farajzadeh

Spring



It's spring and I cannot see
Any flowers on bushes or tress.
The coldness of winter remains
And nature has stayed in freeze.

It's early spring and I am not happy
The coldness of people's black hearts
Has frozen me inside, all damp and unhappy
And so I seek no beloveds or sweethearts.

Monday, July 30, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness,flowers,spring,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We don't know when to be happy? People are cold. Aren't they? Please comment. Thanks
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shirin Parchami 14 November 2012

knowing the truth makes us suffering, but you can cope with it. nice work with deep interpret.

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