By: Amoureax Amant
The train of hours rolled through station named youth,
whose youth like frog spread songs from crooning mouth,
whose youth like rain rained in puddles with tune,
whose youth like wind hit leaves in rising sun.
The train of hours passed through fair named romance,
where there's fairy with lavender's fragrance,
where lavenders grew into purple sea,
where that fairy cooked me hot jasmine tea.
The train of hours traveled toward heaven,
where flowers like streams flowed into ocean,
where setting sun settled in red twilight,
where starry dome lit in curtain of night.
where single night was long as winter night,
where songs of youth soothed regrets till daylight.