The Autumn Lake Poem by Kinsley Lee

The Autumn Lake



The tip of the trees at the late autumn lake, are tinged redly.
The black swans quietly floating, silently the bubbles which're arising,
And rustling leaves, wind making sounds, they're playing mutually,
And people have left, even as the sun sets, their nests, the birds are forgetting.
(2nd, Apr.,2023 Kinsley)

The Autumn Lake
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I wrote this poem for the painting which was painted by In-Sook, Park and named 'The Autumn Lake.'
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