Fold Poem by Yan Feng

Those folding stories spread like clouds on a rainy day
Spin it around the tip of your finger, poke it and it goes away

The rainbow is like a bridge, from one end to my hometown
The weedy river left a playful childhood
Laughter goes with the flow

Sunshine still folds the time to open
A paper full of wrinkles on the face restore a number of years ago
Fading teeth, whispering in dreams

Memory is like a treasure box through time
Even when folded, it will splash
A drop of dew magnifies a grass's deep roots in the earth

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