The wind-bell hangs from the eaves, singing in the morning,
The tiny Bamboos in the back garden rustle, like horning,
From the trees on the royal tomb, crows, cawing loudly
In the coolness of autumn, the east window lights continuously
(28th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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