In ancient, long ago, Gaya's Haebancheon river
Led the prosperity and flew the important place to downriver.
Now diminished, it's became a small stream on the edge,
With long time, its traces left the ponds, not to dredge.
(30th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
'not to dredge.'
no, there's still hope
despite it all
there is yet grace
in our collective humanity
a trace of fate
connecting us to those
that came before
and we hope will follow
us, better prepared
to save all our legacies
with that one
last, crucial deed or choice
(wonderful sentiments, dear Poet
we must remember
so we can learn and look asunder
to a Time of better)
thank you!
Hi! L.B.
Thank you so much! For your comment. Maybe, because of the global warming, some day the brook will be changed to be the good port again. Have nice fall days!
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