The Ho-Gye Road Poem by Kinsley Lee

In days of old, by the Ho-gye Stream, they gathered for doing
Laundry. But now on that street, endlessly foreign shops were low.
People from the southern land, who followed their princess were gathering
For soothing the homesick. Now, gathering for eating their gateau.

Though time has flowed for long, people's hearts remain and unchanged,
The lonely tower, worn by years, bears the pain.
By two thousand years, even the old traces're estranged
And vanished. Feeling nostalgia now, still people pain.
(27th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)

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