At dawn, through the open window embrace,
Whispers of weeping voices reach to my bed.
But down the park, to the grove I tread, where
The chorus of insects' hushes, silence spread.
In the heart of the forest, all I see is the night
Mist amidst the deep and serene hushes.
Returning to my high-rise home and lie in bed,
Once again, I can hear the sounds from the bushes.
(20th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: At the Kyung-Eui Line Park at Dawn. When open the windows I can hear the insects' chirping but down the grass, it's calm without the sounds. Back to the house, again I can hear that they begin to chirp.
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Your wonderfully descriptive words provide the reader with so much imagery. The carefully and artfully chosen words flow with a grace and beauty when read. An exceptional write!
Dear Pop64
Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. You encourage me very much! Have a nice weekend!
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