As the wind blows on the verdant fields, the blue water
Is changed still more clearer,
As the stars have fallen upon the blue sky,
White clouds ascend the higher.
The fisherman feels the heaviness by hands,
Because the gain-weighted fishes.
Reflected in the twilight, the surface of the water
Gleams on scales of fishes.
(Apr. 18th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2024 08:20
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Good write K.
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