Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

I marched through snow mountains from south mountain,

I forded through crooning rivers on train,

then I encountered you in northern land,

where songs of birds chanted with bugs in band.

I marched through mountains in journey again,

I forded through crooning rivers on train,

then I walked in the crowd as dew in sea,

but I missed street lined with green willow tree.

I watched strangers chased after wealth and fame,

I watched rising sun stained dark cloud as flame,

then I walked in the crowd as spray on stream,

and I blossomed like lily in sunbeam.

I watched pale clouds gathered and spread in air,

I watched pale clouds showed me pearl face of fair.