The blue water flows with a rush toward the West Sea for its way,
The wheel of history turns and rolls, passed down to this day.
The lonely rock, silently gazes for a thousand years,
Fallen flowers not return, ripples arise by tears.
(Mar.18th.2024 Kinsley Lee)
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Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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