Proudly the river flows azure
As it did in days of old,
Broken bridge stands no trace
And whispers of wind unfold.
In the park, the names of fallen soldiers
Are etched in the memorial stone,
In the shade of the trees, not saying a bird
Is pecking and resting alone.
(24th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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