The Autumn Temple Poem by Kinsley Lee
The Autumn Temple
In the deep and thick green mountains where I cannot
Find the mystical fishes really.
Amidst the autumn threshold, the valleys
Shed their tears to the raining softly,
Instead of the Buddhist monk, the guest
Were welcomed by the red-spider lilies firstly.
At the Milky Way Temple, the old fragrances filled
The Temple, which are always tranquil and leisurely.
(9th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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