Poem -
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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Comments
A visual feast. Something missing from the more interior statements of other's seeing the world.
Thank you for the comment.
Could you be more specific about the "others seeing the world" part?
'Others' poets on cosmofunnel's.
A visual will always do over blank statements of sentiment.
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.
thank you.
You're welcome, Ms. Yang. You're a beautiful writer.
Matthew.
Didn’t understand the message of this poem if there is one however it was so beautifully written!!!
Keep on writing!
thank you Freya.
This poem, unlike many of my other poems, didn't convey a message.
Andrea,. This is a beautiful poem. Well deserving of a win! Good luck!
Thank you Terry! I appreciate your support!
Deserving and you are very welcome! Have a good day!
Thank you!
A very peaceful and fulfilled write.....straight to the heart.....love it....thank you.
you are very much welcome!
Capturing the moment. I can almost smell the air. Beautiful writing. Congratulations. Glad I stopped by.
thank you rebecca!