And now late summer at dawn, the park is dark
The cool wind I sense the seasonal change, now
The cicadas start to chirp, sticking on the bark,
The doves, sniffling, talks their sleep on the bough.
For now, there'll be the various flowers'll bloom in the field,
In present, the ears of the reeds are full in my head.
It's short that the cicadas' life in the brilliant world.
The corpses are scattered on the road where I tread.
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2023 17:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem according to the traditional Chinese 8 lined poetry style, which named Yul-Shi(Lu-shi).
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Good write K.
Hi! Orchidee
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice day!
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