Kinsley Lee Poems

In early morning, whenever open the eyes,
It flows that the unrecoverable old stories, suddenly.
The autumn airs are whirling like the spring tides,
The regrets and sorrows surges upon to me.
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The Drums hasten the men's passing away.
The fall wind's gusting, the sun is going to down in the twilight.
They say, to the otherworld, no saloons on the way.
Then, where shall I rest tonight?
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Now, I'll be back to the heaven.
Shaking the hands and hands with the dews do to vanish
When be touched by the dawn lights in the morning.
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He was boarded alone by the disposal team with patient clothing.
Without permitting to meet his family, the car started lonely.
The last road on the wagon, it's time to close the sorrow his travelling.
After waiting the line, a stream of the smoke was rising to the sky.
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The more they try to conceal, the more their real faces are come to light,

It turned out to be the lawyers' lying contest under the sunny light.
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The hot day, when the sun is high, the wild-born flowers fade away

When the man angry in the giddy dust, his hairs are turn white to decay.
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In void forest, still the left leaves are splendid and beautiful.

In morrow, the sky is dark ‘cause the micro-dust are full
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The side of the fence where the leaves have fallen, the yellow chrysanthemums are blooming

Under the side burns of the dyed hair, the snow white frosts are falling.
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The leaves are falling by the fall winds' blowing

Our lives are withering as the season's going.
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Whenever the blood moon incants to the people with something,
And the stations go on the air the smiled face of demon.
Then Like the bush fires the infections steeply rising.
And the curses prevail the nation with the firing beacon.
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