On a breezy holiday, shops open,
On the sun is leaning the hills' way,
Along the park paths,
Forgetting the pandemic day,
After a long time, people gather
To enjoy the autumn sky,
Tor a rest to west, white clouds
Drift and lift, to the high.
(Apr. 20th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 11th, 2024 08:49
- Category: Short story
- Views: 7
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