By: Amoureax Amant
Youth was school song we roared out in classroom,
school song of youth came with reading next room,
and you slipped tears as if sand slipped in eye,
perhaps school song moved heartstring, condensed sigh.
Youth was peach tree blossomed and slipped peach bloom,
peach tree of youth made shade shaded mushroom,
and you read there stood butterfly from sky,
perhaps you smiled like rose lured butterfly.
Classmates bloomed like peach tree filled with flowers,
whose peach petals slipped through tips of fingers,
and you condensed butterfly danced through street,
toward where peach petals paved underfeet.
You smiled like peach petal drifted with wind,
whose smile rooted in heart and bloomed in mind.