In the deep and remoted recesses of mountain
Shadows, the temple is engulfed in solitude,
Occasionally, snowflakes descend and dance,
And the forest leaves cold with absolute certitude.
On the painting. On the sunny place, Red apricot
Blossoms bloom in the white, and can hear
The sound of melting ice echoes through the valley,
And the awaited spring is drawing near!
(Feb. 2nd, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2024 21:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Write on the Ahn's painting titled the Mountain Temple in Snowy Landscape. For more information, I attached the painting this poem.
- Category: Short story
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