Poem: A Slow Walk through the Poplar Trees, Gradually Burning into the Cry of the Heart
- Mar 27
- 1 min read
"Walking slowly, slowly through the poplar trees
Reflecting on my life, various thoughts fluttering
Just the sound of the cold, blue autumn wind, yet my heart feels so much
Nostalgic, painful, joyful, and happy memories of the past
My destiny has been like a rollercoaster
Many things have happened, but I believed in myself
I have walked hard without looking back
In the autumn trees, I walked slowly
Then a strong wind blew, bringing me back to reality, alone
In the poplar trees, I unexpectedly let out a cry from my heart
Please, winds, listen to my thoughts
My path has been rugged but very happy
No regrets, I have lived my life fully
Then the leaves were blown up, brushing against my body
And my cry grew louder
What a wonderful world, to burn one's life
October 6, 2023, 06:03:03
