Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

Willow fluttered with jingling wind on lawn,

floating green hair with chirping larks in dawn,

and waved to birds when sun set on mountain,

watching both larks fluttered into heaven.

Whose blossom fluttered like feather of fawn,

drifting from street to street around downtown,

whose blossom gathered like cloud, like cotton,

swirling with wind that passed through rose garden.

You were willow stood on topaz leaves street,

each leaf was lovesickness laid underfeet,

and watched people who passed through avenue,

waiting for rain that moistened leaves at dew.

I was crisp rain moistened softening mud,

crooning for willow that stretched out new bud.