THINGS TO REMEMBER

 A woman’s wraths,
Like a volcanic, let to erupt,
From its shell made to depart;
Some do last, some sublime;
Like an angel wing made to flap.

A man’s minds,
Like the sky, holding all seasons in June;
Gloomy day, next calling for a dance;
Like a calm sea flowing to the mountains;
Like a palm tree, growing on ice caps.

A child’s hearts,
Like a summer breeze made to blow;
Like the golden lilies’ made to show;
Love birds, made to sail upon the winter snow;
A wailing violin, upon the silent nights;
Like a white cloud upon the sunny day.