By: Amoureax Amant
Three days were ticking, as crooning as stream,
and as brief as fireworks blossomed in dream,
but time's counting, as fast as twilight flame,
until crow wings of death at deadline came.
First day was coming, as fast as arrow,
and as chilled as snow at icy window,
but sun's shining, as warm as summer days,
until curtain of night hid blue sea sprays.
Second day was waking with panda's eyes,
and more gorgeous than dancing butterflies,
but rain's beating dome drum echoed green frog,
whose chanting echoed crooning stream in fog.
Third day was going on path to heaven,
and as brief as pale spray fell back ocean.