Five Hundred's Capital Poem by Kinsley Lee

Five Hundred's Capital

Jae, Gihl

I getting around by horse, forlornly
The capital of five hundred's year dynasty,
Then the hills and vales remain unchanged
But no trace the eminent men were vanished.
Ah! Alas!
The pacific times
Had already gone with the dreams.
(Jan.,19th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)

Thursday, January 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: horse
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