As walking past the market street, I noticed a udon restaurant,
Silently waiting their turn and they stood in line, the road jaunt.
And nicely and neatly the mackerel sushi and udon were served by
Old lady. When I coming out, the old chef said, good-bye.
(24th, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2023 18:58
- Comment from author about the poem: During my trip on Japan, I visited the small Udon Restaurant in Kyoto, I tried to phrase the feelings.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
A nice write K.
Hi! Orchidee
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice new week!
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