Author Burton Watson Red blossoms of mountain peach crowd the uplands, spring waters of Shu rivers buffet the mountains as they flow. Crimson blossoms so quickly fading, like my lover's ardor; flowing waters so endless, like the sorrow I feel. 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