Prose Poetry: Years

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Years

is a sunrise

erupting with a red flame

burning the eastern horizon

into a golden thread

The golden thread slowly becomes a rainbow

A steaming fireball

In the morning light

Ran Ran rises

Years

. Gurgling

jumping like pearls and jade

exulting like a light swallow

running, Singing

Let the sweetness flow

Share the happiness

Time

is an ocean

Water and sky are one color

Blue and blue

Endless extension

When the wind is sunny

When the sky is up and down

When the sky is blue and the smoke is empty < The round land is a wall

warm as jade

Time

is a train

full of dreams

full of hope

galloping

fast on the shiny railroad tracks

The name of the station ahead is

Time.