Prose Poetry: Afternoon Sunshine

The afternoon sunshine has come into my heart.

That golden lamp is no longer on.

That old record player plays randomly.

The blue melody has accompanied me to sleep.

I dreamed of a time I had never had before.

I dreamed of hope in despair.

The afternoon sunshine has come into my heart.

The purple shutter opened from now on.

The leg-colored window is no longer closed.

Wake up in the breeze

I see spring, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

I see endless fields.

The afternoon sunshine has come into my heart.

The long-lost shepherd flute sounded again.

The long-forgotten picture is presented again.

I thought of it from the sound of a cow

When I was a child, I heard children grazing.

When the cattle and sheep came back, I heard the bells swinging.

Fall asleep in the melody

Just have a colorful dream.

Wake up in the breeze.

Go with the flow.

Imagine the shepherd's flute.

Just be a quiet child.

In the afternoon, the warmth of the backlight

Melting is a corner that has been frozen for a long time.

Turn into a drop of white tears

Kiss the flower to be released.