By: Amoureax Amant
A mist in tears covered airport like fog,
whose voice with care soothed pains like chanting frog,
as though that care warmed like winter sunshine,
as though that care rippled hot spring wave line.
Salt tears in eyes slipped down both cheeks like stream,
whose sorrow hid in sea of tears in dream,
as though that dream laid above clouds in dome,
as though that dream fell like broken blossom.
Wet eyes in mist not saw real face of life,
whose mist covered lily beneath huge leaf,
as though that leaf in sorrow sailed like boat,
as though that leaf in coffee slipped in throat.
As though light sand drifted into wet eye,
as though sorrow flowed like river from sky.