By: Amoureax Amant
Painter saw rising sun kissed horizon,
whose daylight seemed like kiss mark on fountain,
while sun kissed horizon filled with daisies,
that sweet moment felt like ten centuries.
Painter saw setting sun kissed west mountain,
whose twilight colored clouds in cloud ocean,
while sun kissed west mountain filled with cherries,
that kiss felt like treasure in memories.
Painter saw fairy leaned against window,
whose figure in twilight formed long shadow,
as though sunrise couldn't compare fairy,
as though sunset's less lovely than beauty.
Butterfly stood at tip of her finger,
that figure smiled in his painting paper.