Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

To get in train or not to get in train,

when in metro station I was in rain,

whether I got in train or I stood still,

the train just rolled on trail and rolled downhill.

By wet platform, the train rolled on again,

passing through mountains, rivers, lakes and plain,

toward where there's the sea of daffodil,

there's daffodils circled spinning windmill.

I wondered if I missed the train back then,

as well I might miss daffodil garden,

if I not missed the train gone by before,

I might miss someone I've been waiting for.

Perhaps she walked in rain with umbrella,

I missed the train, but passed through her shoulder.