Kinsley Lee
Along with a crane, where does he play, an old foregoer.
The traces of the past have already vanished, and seagulls roam over
The sea. When the ashes of the queen were scattered, the Reformation turned
To ashes also. The imposing skyscrapers shed tears rather.
(10th, Apr.,2023)
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