At Summer Dawn

Kinsley Lee

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)

  • Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2023 16:36
  • 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.
  • Category: Short story
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  • Pop64

    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!

    • Kinsley Lee

      Dear Pop64
      Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. You encourage me very much! Have a nice weekend!



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