Hor-ming Lee Poems

At dusk the wind and drizzle end,
Leaving the air cool, clean, serene.
The neighborhood is so silent.
As the Remembrance Day draws near.
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The earth’s blossom spell is all finished
Beauteous Beaver Lake scenes seems vanished.
Confused petals, disorderly oak leaves
Heavily brushing over the house eaves.
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I recall when we first met
At the West Tower banquet.
Twin butterflies embroidered
On her fine, white wool sweater.
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