Why is the wind timidly blow this day <br />that flowers are mantled by the clouds? <br />Why is the sun shines late its normal track <br />that days’r emptied by dawning light knocks; <br />For the cacophony of silence tear all walls <br />that even rocks torned like paper packs? <br /> <br />Why is the storm timidly ran berserk this time <br />that floods are walled by tiny bits of rains? <br />Why is the earthquake dance with the moon <br />that nights’r singing out clouds in gentle breeze; <br />For the clanging cymbal of woes torned to fore <br />that even the softest spot of heart burst to core? <br /> <br />How pains’d flow within streams of clattered spots <br />as joy is rare and happiness deluded every past? <br />Oh how gentle care is every hand with eyes aglow, <br />Only dream writes a brittle-dot of sleeping dew, <br />melting like snow by wind, raining when hiatus grow, <br />A tune of a breaking heart slides a slip as in tow! <br /> <br />Oh breaks of pain now gently overcome this piece <br />as this bard draw every scene when dark clouds nix; <br />With hopes that afflictions wouldn’t carry what he felt <br />to the Woman he loved much more than a snow flakes, <br />A simple heart that captures in slippery lanes shakes, <br />Only a miracle can meet us of time when dawn breaks!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tune-of-a-breaking-heart/
