Can an abstract be a poem?

Catch up with the spring breeze

Don't laugh at me, like a madman.

At the crossroads that spring must pass through

Jump around and feel the air.

I want to catch up with the sun before it goes down.

Take more spring breeze.

Put it in a bag

When we meet under the starlight

Really don't laugh at me.

Only the spring breeze gives you.

Author: long overdue