On an autumn afternoon, with smell and the sea breeze
Is cool and noisily blows,
On the port of the sea, the yachts were tied
On the pole of the seashore and repose.
Suddenly the dark shadows descend upon
The sea, all around,
As the sun sets, the deep clouds are dyed
And turned red, and it looks profound.
(12th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)