Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

I've seen one thousand sunrises in the dawn,

some like orange in tree rooted on lawn,

some like paintbrush red-stained gray clouds in dome,

some like pink oils sprinkled on peach blossom.

I've seen one thousand sunsets in this town,

some like apple fell from tree in sundown,

some like paintbrush painted dusk that's winsome,

some like the kid after school returned home.

I've seen one thousand tides caressed moist sand,

some like fingers gently touched lover's hand,

some like soldiers chased after enermy,

some like gone youth was fading with beauty.

I've never seen someone in front of me,

made me feel all these in new piece of sea.