I went to sleep last night with the window ajar,
But this dawn, I was woken up by the chill from star.
The bamboos in back garden, rustles in the autumn breeze,
And a bird which is sleepless cries in the dusky trees.
(28th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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