Brighter Day

Behold it's in my heart Knocks the drums then With own feathers' Nightingales moaning. And over the salty' waves Gulls fly. I pay what remain from the days of joy Near the heart shades. Maybe in the midst of sorrow The poem sings to life. Maybe amid the clouds return Winged! accompanied with Songs,meanings and peace. I thought the sun dissolves as a bright disk, carefully upon the tinsel_days Then along the distance Strews the dew on the grass which in my soul --- I am shudder now.