With a slender waist, you,
the red petals're swaying and dancing,
Forgetting the memory of the sword's light
at ancient night, and are frolicking.
Life entangled everywhere,
but how can it be only you?
In the painting, may you be filled
in beauty with the master who's new.
(May,29th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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