On the remoted rocky cliff, a Buddhist
Hermitage stands, lonesomely
Amidst the silence, devoid of people,
The wind-sound shatters the tranquility.
Where has Buddhist head-monk gone?
The door was closed, still.
Unswept, the snow on the high steps linger
Pure and undisturbed not trill.
(Feb., 5th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem for painting poetry on the Chang-Su Ahn's painting titled Mountain Temple in the Snow.
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