Poetry: Dreamer

The Man in the Dream

Text: Long Jinfa

Days Without Relatives

Where are you< /p>

Is it time that blurs your vision?

Or is fate deliberately playing tricks on you?

Making you unable to stay lonely

I also often ignore it.

The status that is envied by the pursuer

This uncontrollable reason

Is it different from my imagination

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You are hiding in a very deep night

And the stars in the sky

are all flowers I touched

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Shy thoughts

The words that are helpful to say

have escaped the truth itself

And the tree that often bends down

nods to pay tribute to people

This unpredictable magic

reminds me of She who is in love for the first time definitely likes to keep her head down! Covering up the red face

Maybe I’m afraid of something wrong! Need to understand

It may be an expression of love too deeply

Need to set off! You need to keep your mouth shut

before you can feel it! Every kiss

is the excitement of a dream

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The task of sitting down is to think about you

I am busy with anything that has nothing to do with standing

It's over

All we have to do now is sit down

Obey fate

Write to you

Write about your sudden smile

Will it look like a flower

I also encountered the impulse of love

< p> My pen is trembling with madness

and cannot hold my breath

But I have all kinds of fantasies about love

Loneliness can forgive it! What the wind blew away

were just various distracting thoughts

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Long Jinfa, pen name Farmer, was born in 1965 in Jiayu, Hubei, Xianning, Hubei Province Member of the Municipal Writers Association. Born in a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and clear waters, he has loved literature since he was a child. He has persisted in singing the voices of rural farmers with poetry for a long time in a difficult living environment. Accompanying poetry along the way, his works have been published in newspapers such as "Nine-Headed Bird", "Xianning Weekly", "Native Writers", and "Nanjiawenyuan". Published personal collections of poems "If I Were a Stone" and "The Lonely Stone".

Poetry: Every time you bow your head, it is gentle atonement!