Won-Hyung, Park
The old castle fortress of Gyeongju changed into a rural abode,
Carelessly playing a jade flute, it filled with the spring days' uneasy mode.
On the five Royal tombs, layers upon layers, the desolate weeds entwined,
A thousand years of history was a morning's dream which gloriously shined.
(Jan.,22nd,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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