Practicing An Aim In Life Poem by Kinsley Lee
Practicing An Aim In Life
Jae, Gihl
On the stream-bank, I live alone in thatched house with Pak-choi
The moon's white, the breeze is clear, leaving a lingering joy.
No visitors from outside, only the mountain birds're chattering. Moving
The low wooden bench in bamboo groves, I'm lying upon and reading.
(Jan.,19th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
Thursday, January 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,house,joy,leaving
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