Gyeong-Eui Line Park Poem by Kinsley Lee

As the sun sets, the sky blushes with crimson spaces,
The park which draws nigh and nigher with many faces.
The buzz of insects fades out the grassy den,
Dog-bark echo through the forest, now and then.
When morning mists veil, the streets bustle with haste,
While at night, the pond's surface, calmly, the moon is faced.
Late into the night, the lamps're hung on the stall and glowing
People laugh and drink, leaving the worries forgetting.
(Mar.26th.2024. Kinsley Lee)