Cancer

I can recognize that trembling voice When spring descends wearing new robes; Flippant clouds bear the sun in their frayed edges To invite the butterflies during cracking of the sky; One can't decide whether to sing or not; play Tricks with curved planet of a leaf or not; revel In the midst of diurnal swing of clipped wings Or not; a miasma enraptured in the realm of dreams; I can catch the essence a restless heart Beating in rhythm with slipping second of night; The worn out hair can't hide the pillow where upon Tear of pallid season makes caricature of a crab.