Se-Yang, Soh
Lone shadows of geese by the sun-setting riverside in white reeds,
On the dark hills by the river, the lingering still the ruddy smartweeds.
In vain, I call out to old friends along with the wind in tree.
The cloud-covered forest is too deep, unknown to me.
(Feb.,1st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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