When the winter rain stops, the flowers in the garden are lovely coming out.
And on the leaves of the palm trees along the road, the freshness's seeping out.
The southern sea is calm, and as I gaze on it, tranquility fills the air,
Yet silently conveying their pains, the injury still is lingering there.
(Jan.,7th 2024, Kinsley Lee) .
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Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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Zen garden echo !
Hi! Lorenz
Thank you for your kind comments. Have nice days!
Good write K.
Hi! Orchidee
Thank you for your kind comments. Have nice days!
In my mind, Okinawa is a lovely semitropical paradise, and a place of insanity and death. Your last line perfectly brings in those dark shadows lingering over that green island. Thank you Kinsley!
Hi! Jarcher
Thank you for your kind comments. I agree with you. It's beautiful island in West Pacific Ocean. We must alert to the totalitarians in the world. Have nice days!
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