Prose Poetry: Afternoon Sunshine

the afternoon sunshine has already lived in my heart

that golden lantern is no longer lit

that old record player plays at random

the blue melody has already slept with me

I dreamed of the time I never had

I dreamed of the hope after the mountains were exhausted

The afternoon sunshine has already lived in my heart

That purple roller blind has been opened since then

. Wake up in the breeze

I see the spring with flowers and birds singing

I see the endless fields

The afternoon sunshine has already lived in my heart

The long-lost shepherd's flute rings again

The long-forgotten picture unfolds again

I think of a cow's cry

I hear the children's voice of grazing when I was a child

I hear the swaying bells when the cattle and sheep return < Dream

wake up in a breeze

let it go

think of it in a flute

be a quiet child

In the afternoon, the warmth of the backlight

melts a corner that has been frozen for a long time

turns into a drop of white tears

kisses that flower to be released.