Time follows as the seasons change,
The district magistrate comes and goes,
Departed love, sending
Water jar than words, he chose.
Praying for his well-being at dawn,
But in vain, someday the colors turned red
From a distant place, she mourned
And left to be a tomb to being dead.
(Feb.,13th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Doo-Hyang was a Kisaeng who belonged to district office and she respected and beloved the Great Schola and Master Teacher.
- Category: Short story
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