They're huddled, here and there, spread in dark.
There are bookstores in the forest path of the park.
Yellow and red, maple leaves fall by the road like the rind,
And like paper, the leaves hesitate and pile up in the autumn wind.
(14th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2023 17:30
- Comment from author about the poem: There is a long line park in Seoul, which was the former rail road. There're bookstore's street in the park.
- Category: Short story
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Good write K.
Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice days!
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