The So-Ahg Pavilion Poem by Kinsley Lee

The So-Ahg Pavilion

On the bridge, because the cars rush to speed up noisily,
While in the middle of the river, boats float silently,
So leaving the pavilion, it's a world of clamorous word.
But here, only the sound of the lake flowing is heard.
(Apr.11th,2024, Kinsley Lee)

Thursday, April 11, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving,river
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