Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

That voice of green blade frog was gone in bog,

as petal of lily was gone in fog,

as dew of leaf tip dropped in green water,

as starlight hid in lights in midsummer.

That voice of crooning bugs was gone in fall,

as crooning stream leapt down cliff as streamfall,

as amber lake rippled shining wave line,

as wind touched leaves through path of dawn sunshine.

That voice of birds was gone from north to south,

as chilled wind hit shivering silent mouth,

as chilled moonlight poured like water down street,

as drifting snowflake hid footprints of feet.

That voice of yours was gone in the crowd sea,

as night breeze chilled hot cup of jasmine tea.