April

Dear April,
    "You're my biggest shock, regret and reminder.
     You'd brought flowers me and left thorn finally.
     You  gave  false  hopes  like  wandering birds
     in the freedom of endless skies. But no destination.
     
     I beg pardon you ...
     Instead them,
     please rub out yourself from my heart."

A YOUTH BORN ON THE LAND OF ARAKAN 

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