The Fallen Leaves Poem by Kinsley Lee
The Fallen Leaves
The yesterday-night, it's late in the fall,
I got drunk at the pretty colored leaves.
But the morning light of today, all
I can see that rolling are the fallen, leaves.
The life is easily withers away,
Why are you boasting the achievements? Intentionally.
When winter, it snows on the field and brae,
It looks same, covering with white, equally!
(Org.11th, Nov.,2022, Rev.9th, Nov.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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