Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

Sailor paddled canoe in wind and rain,

drifting with waving tide on sea of pain,

when clouds were low enough to shade whole lawn,

when wind drew down curtain of fog of dawn.

Leaf-like canoe drifted on wave again,

drifting through mountains, rivers, lakes and plain,

when fog turning rain rippled sea like stone,

when sun rising from sea warmed morning town.

Canoe drifted away from distant land,

floating on ocean like leaf-shape island,

and drifted through islands dotted ocean,

sailing toward sun rising from mountain.

On sea of pain, no one would care canoe,

which canoe perhaps merged in sea like dew.