Passing by the side-road of the Shinto Shrine stairs, and climb up
On the mountain top. I find a towering lighthouse standing up.
Far away, I can see the blue waves of the Pacific Ocean are dancing
And falcons following the wind, ascend and descend, each other, they're calling.
(Jan.,3rd,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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