In the summer afternoon, the sun inclines
And dark mist come near,
In the forest, bird songs are heard toward
The river and branches cheer.
The yellow apricot fruits ripen, swaying
And falling in the sound of the breeze,
In the early evening, the flowing river
Casts shadows of the mountains and trees.
(Apr. 16th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 23rd, 2024 20:49
- Category: Short story
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