Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

When peach blossom fluttered like butterfly,

you marched toward battlefield like firefly,

perhaps battle was doomed to lose like bloom,

but you would fight to the end till your doom.

When mist blurred soldier's inebriate's eye,

you turned around with mist blurred rainy sky,

perhaps you danced last dance in first ballroom,

but you would carry away loved one's gloom.

What if yearning condensed moonbeam above,

would you sometimes write me letter with love,

what if you failed battle and failed the war,

would you smile through failure and laugh through scar.

What if peach tree blossomed in full blossom,

would you return from field and come back home.