In the millennium-old, the ancient capital streets,
No smoking the tall chimney're imposing like sophora trees.
Countless people continue their stepping beats,
The old water, once brewed rice-wine is delightful in breeze.
(31st, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)
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Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: During my trip in Japan, I visited the Okura museum of GekKeiKan(Wolgye-gwan) located in Kyoto, the old sake maker. I tried to express the feelings of that place.
- Category: Short story
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'No smoking the tall chimney're imposing like sophora trees.'
'The old water, once brewed rice-wine is delightful in breeze.'
Brilliant!
(To look with our own eyes
As that our forefathers did
to appreciate and word poetic
to bridge a togetherness beyond
war's legacy of hate
to attune our awareness and relish
in all the beauty that abounds
what more can we ask of life
aside a slice of love and little
laughter, once in a while...)
Dear L. B.
Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. You always give me encouraging to write a poem. Thank you so much. Have a nice weekend!
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