I'm sitting on the veranda and leaning against the pillar with ease,
When hearing the raindrops falling from roof tile on the edge of the eaves,
It's reaching somewhere, the sky-flute echoes softly in breeze.
Early autumn rain hastens the season's embrace,
When I open the door to hear the rain's dropping sound to release
In. Yet the cool fall breeze enter first in this place.
(27th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2023 18:19
- Category: Short story
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