It's Friday and always bustling with nightlife
Beside the forest of the park.
Laughter spills over, beyond the open
Windows of the taverns in dark.
During walking on the forest road, you can hear
The insects' crying in dark,
People're crowding on the small road, birds
Are awake leaning on the bark.
(12th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hot summer day, at Friday, there're many people congregated at the Kyung-Eui(Gyeong-ui) Line Park in Seoul.
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