In the afternoon, the rain falls upon the park,
Then it's verdant all around.
It's heard the sound of forming beads
On leaves, and the droplets abound
Whene'er it's swaying by breeze, a refreshing
Essence is released from the branches,
And day is long and summer is silent,
The green shadow lingers and hunches.
(Apr.21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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