Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms (十里桃花)

The night is cold.
We are gods, but not old.

The blossoms fall
scattered, lost
like a floor of pink frost.

Peach blossoms fall,
as a gust of wind blows
and the stream flows.

Seeing the ten miles of blossoms,
is enough for me to only take one

And adore it, for as long as I can.

On the waterside, 
the night is still cold,
and memories grow and flow.

Don't let the grudge, love, and hate,
disturb the peace we have today.

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Rory Mcginlay

A visual feast. Something missing from the more interior statements of other's seeing the world.

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Andrea Yang

Thank you for the comment.

Could you be more specific about the "others seeing the world" part?

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Rory Mcginlay

A visual will always do over blank statements of sentiment.

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A Lonely Journey

So beautiful, Andrea. 
What an exquisitely worded, and gorgeous poem. 

"The blossoms fall
scattered, lost
like a floor of pink frost." 

Love that so. 

Matthew. 

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A Lonely Journey

You're welcome, Ms. Yang. You're a beautiful writer. 

Matthew. 

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Freya

Didn’t understand the message of this poem if there is one however it was so beautifully written!!! 
Keep on writing! 

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Andrea Yang

thank you Freya.

This poem, unlike many of my other poems, didn't convey a message.

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Terry Kay

Andrea,. This is a beautiful poem.  Well deserving of a win! Good luck!

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Andrea Yang

Thank you Terry! I appreciate your support!

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Terry Kay

Deserving and you are very welcome!  Have a good day!

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Lorris Morris

A very peaceful and fulfilled write.....straight to the heart.....love it....thank you.
 

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RRG (Rebecca)

Capturing the moment. I can almost smell the air. Beautiful writing. Congratulations. Glad I stopped by.

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