Author Peter H. Lee The moon is white on pear blossoms, and the Milky Way tells the third watch. A cuckoo would not know the intent of a branch of spring. Too much awareness is a sickness, it keeps me awake all night. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments