On the beachside hill, it gracefully stands, the Yong-gung-sa Temple's,
As white waves crash on the rocks, bouncing to be the bobbles.
Paper-prayers hang on lines, swaying in the breeze,
Sailors yearn for journeys where their worries find release.
(10th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem