By: Amoureax Amant
I stood on moist stone stairs like silent stone,
whose throat couldn't croon like cricket of dawn,
as though I condensed flowers lined moist stair,
as though I condensed leaves fluttered on there.
I stood in stream like silent grass in lawn,
whose throat couldn't sing like blade frog in town,
as though I condensed tree yellowed green hair,
as though I condensed fish swam everywhere.
Fresh wind drifted through leaves of chestnut tree,
whispering around ears like buzzing bee,
and wondered why could I calm like flowers,
when waterfall chanted with cicadas.
How could I reply, when I got sorethroat,
like swimming fish couldn't speak words out throat.