At The Seashore Of The Bomog-Dong Poem by Kinsley Lee
At The Seashore Of The Bomog-Dong
The sea is flowing,
From the sky no clouds to the sea, with a stream of the wind,
The sea is flowing.
When the winds are blowing
The palm trees're waving their green hands
To the sea, they're waving.
Whene'er they're waving
The palm trees' green hands to the sun, it's
Responding and shining.
The sea is flowing,
And the surface's glittering in silver
And the sea is flowing.
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