When I glance from a distant mountain top,
The star-cluster shine bright,
Up close, it's seen that skyscrapers align
In a straight formation at the site.
But it turns to a pretty landscape painting,
When one gazing from a moderate distance.
One truly is grasped the right and wrong
When observing oneself from a distance.
(Jan.,21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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