5 June 2012
March in spring Catkin flies around White as snow Soft as cotton fibre Much as pest Droped on the ground Diffused every corner Make people allergies
swirling in the sky Up and down Carnival in spring Little creatures overdo Feasted on the fantasy Unaware the fact That rain's coming
Rain the fury Needles and rocks Squashed the catkin Plagued fragile creatures Ripped and lashed Heavily and cruelly Slain without mercy
No blissful spring No binge dancing No permanent gladness
Left the shreds White as snow Soft as cotton fibre Dead body of Catkin
Catkin • Opuss № I