By: Amoureax Amant
Underfeet where tulips filled fragrant sea,
silent beauty stood there like chestnut tree,
and stretched out hand to pick blooming tulips,
and long butterfly stood at fingertips.
Overhead where the stars whispered to bee,
gentle beauty stood there with jasmine tea,
and held tea cup to fetch dew from bladetips,
and gentle jasmine tea bedewed her lips.
Around her where windmill breathed out monsoon,
alone beauty stood there and watched pearl moon,
which was too pale, like face, like summer snow,
and what's too gray, was sorrow and shadow.
Under moon where moonlight condensed a stream,
around tulips, beauty fell in sweet dream.