February# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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Branches in snow
burgeoning spouts of leaves
In this month the wanderers sets foot
to faraway lands
to tell his tales
Rain soon comes
and Earth pushes dandelion seeds into the air,
the wanderer has learnt the natives' speech,
but he no longer says they
he says we
Into You I have entered
Into this realm of sky a comet has entered
Like into a pond a leaf is blown and sunk
headlong and steady like an iron pellet slowly
sinks into a block of ice
under the melting sun
burning in the cold of the heat
burgeoning spouts of leaves
In this month the wanderers sets foot
to faraway lands
to tell his tales
Rain soon comes
and Earth pushes dandelion seeds into the air,
the wanderer has learnt the natives' speech,
but he no longer says they
he says we
Into You I have entered
Into this realm of sky a comet has entered
Like into a pond a leaf is blown and sunk
headlong and steady like an iron pellet slowly
sinks into a block of ice
under the melting sun
burning in the cold of the heat