Prose poems The Way Home of Love

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-30

Sometimes if you miss a moment, you will miss a lifetime. Since then, the road is disobedient children, and they have gone farther and farther. The warmth that is pushed away takes a lifetime to wait. And the thoughts that cannot be forgotten are willing to use their past and present lives to pour all their love and pave a way home for you.

Take you back from your original appearance, don't worry about the journey in the night, you have to remember that there is a lamp I have lit for you ahead. Along the way, I encountered the wind and rumors, so let it go with the wind, a yellow fallen leaf, how to withstand the fragrance of a bunch of rice flowers. I have become your shadow, accompanying you on the loneliness of your journey.

Wipe away the dust of words, and the road buried in tears has been awakened. Every day of your life has come to me, and you will no longer have a fixed place. The ups and downs of a lifetime and parting are inseparable from the traction of the road, your heart has stepped on the starlight of tonight, love will turn into clear rain, falling in your confusion.

In the recesses of your dreams, I have filled the stones of emotion, filled with my pain and tenacity, waiting for you to gently come to shore. The years of sitting under the big tree always remind people of their own age, of the thinning smoke and the sunset, and wait for love with the only time left.

Far away, you can hear the high and low scales of your footsteps, which is clearly the call of a heart, blown by the wind all over the fields, everywhere you go, the fragrance of grass seeds and flowers, the drift in the wind and rain, put away the road you have traveled, and settle down in my song.

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