Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

I saw white sheeps flowed like pale clouds on plains,

I saw red maple leaves colored mountains,

I saw brown leaf boat sailed in rolling stream,

but I saw no pearl face of yours in dream.

I heard stray bird hummed along bugs echo,

I heard breeze sighed for fall leaf in shadow,

I heard bonfire burned wood into gray ashe,

but I heard no comfort when sky showed flash.

On green oil plains I rode on horse alone,

I rode like breeze through huge mountain and stone,

under clear sky there wind moved floating cloud,

above wide ground there sheepdog chased sheepcloud.

Therefore, I was blossom spray on ocean,

and you were drifting cloud above heaven.